Baseball is grass, chalk, and dirt displayed the same yet differently
in every park that has ever heard the words, “Play ball!” Baseball is the
scent of spring and summer, the unmistakable sound of a double down the
line. Baseball is timeless. Baseball is forever. A set of 2 ani and 12
static cursors.
A hook shot kisses the rim and hangs there, helplessly, but doesn't
drop. The starting center times his jump perfectly, gathering the orange
leather from the air like a cherished possession. The forward lays the
ball gently against the glass for a layup, and sees an orange blur floating
perfectly through the net. A set of 3 ani and 12 static cursors.
What a paradox that the most brutal of sports is also the most sensitive
and the most creative. Two combatants, one ring, and a battle governed
as much by determination and drive as by rules and referees: that’s boxing.
A set of 2 ani and 12 static cursors.
The quarterback hikes the ball, he throws up the best fake of them all.
He hands it to the tailback, the runner spots a hole and makes a mad dash
for it. He runs down the sidelines and spins off a defender, and keeps
going for the touchdown with splendour. A set of 2 ani and 12 static cursors.
The lofted ball up in the sky, from early Scotland you can hear them
cry. If it lands in the rough and not on the green, a verbal lament, an
error gone unseen. Rythmic swings like ballroom dance, the slightest error
reduces your chance, an errant head or a wandering eye, if the ball is
topped it won't even fly. A set of 3 ani and 12 static cursors.
Hello out there, we're on the air, it's hockey night tonight, tension
grows, the whistle blows, and the puck goes down the ice. Now the final
flick of a hockey stick, and on one gigantic screen, well, the puck is
in, the home team wins, that good old hockey game. A set of 3 ani and 12
static cursors.
