The women featured below play real football. They play it hard, and with intensity. This is without doubt fierce competition, in a difficult sport, by serious players with demonstrable talent.
Still, I wonder if it would be the "fastest growing pro sports league in the nation" if they weren't playing in their underwear:
http://www.lflus.com/
I know, I know. It's a silly question. It's like asking what makes the difference between a dirty anarchic riot and a glorious uprising for freedom, for the producers of FOX News, CNN, the Beeb or MSNBC...
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I know this is related only tangentially, but I was literally just looking for another James Wright poem and here.
Never heard of him before, Mr. Red, but this will probably have me using der guegler:
...Therefore,
Their sons grow suicidally beautiful
At the beginning of October,
And gallop terribly against each other's bodies.
Given that Greg Little is scheduled to drop two thirds of the passes thrown his way, I suggest the Browns sign 'em up.
Many, many thanks to BDR.
Try this one.
It takes my breath away, and makes me cry, it is so delicately lovely. "I would break into blossom..."
It's like music. That's fitting: listening to Maria Callas causes me to react the same way.
Now I have some more reading to do...many thanks again, BDR.
Arthur,
This one latched itself behind my eyes:
A Secret Gratitude
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