"If the striker thinks he scores
Or if the keeper cries in shame
They understand not the crowd's applause
I make, and hear and earn again
For I am the crowd and I am the ball
I am the triumph and the blame
I am the turf, the pies, the All
Always and ever, I am the Game.
It Matters not who won or lost
Nothing is the score you made
Fame is a petal that curls in the frost
But I will remember how you played."
Terry Pratchett
Unseen Academicals
Friday, October 29, 2010
Because Games are Being Played...
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