Favourite sport?

Kingy · Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 10:11 pm

Whats your favourite sport?Mine soccer.

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ialwayswin · Silver Peasant - 4 PP Joined: 05 Jul 2008 Posts: 43

football,I like wide reciever the most,even though when I catch the ball I'm pretty much screwed

Kingy · Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 8:21 am

So you mean American Football?Its alright.
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Jdoggpride · Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 11:03 pm

i like soccer the best too. it is awesome, the most played sport in the world. Ronaldinho is my favorite player. Who is yours. Let me guess: Christiano Ronaldo
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It came out of the Mountains of the Past.

It lost itself in the Mashes of the Future.

It was not much, as rivers go. But it was enough for the humble needs of the villagers.

In the evening, when they had watered their cattle and had filled their casks, they were content to sit down to

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fathers, were shunned by all decent people.

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Fear was ever with them. What if they should be refused the common share of the products of the garden?

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women who had dared to ask questions.

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A few had tried to scale the high walls of the rocky range that hid the sun.

Their whitened bones lay at the foot of the cliffs.

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Out of the darkness crept a man.

The nails of his hands were torn.

His feet were covered with rags, red with the blood of long marches.

He stumbled to the door of the nearest hut and knocked.

Then he fainted. By the light of a frightened candle, he was carried to a cot.

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He was still weak from hunger and thirst and the Elders bade him sit down.

He refused.

They ordered him to be silent.

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Upon the Old Man he turned his back and his eyes sought those who but a short time before had been his comrades.

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“To the west and to the east, to the south and to the north lay the ranges from the Beginning of Time.

“When I asked what they were hiding, there was a hush and a hasty shaking of heads. When I insisted, I was taken

to the rocks and shown the bleached bones of those who had dared to defy the Gods.

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to me from their sacred books. The Law, they explained, had ordained all things of Heaven and Earth. The Valley

was ours to have and to hold. The animals and the flowers, the fruit and the fishes were ours, to do our bidding.

But the mountains were of the Gods. What lay beyond was to remain unknown until the End of Time.

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“There are pastures in those hills. Meadows too, as rich as any. And men and women of our own flesh and blood.

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“I have found the road to a better home. I have seen the promise of a happier life. Follow me and I shall lead

you thither. For the smile of Gods is the same there as here and everywhere.”

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reason. He dares to scoff at the Law as it was written down a thousand years ago. He deserves to die!”

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And they killed him.

And his body they threw at the foot of the cliffs, that it might lie there as a warning to all who questioned the

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cattle died of thirst. The harvest perished in the fields, and there was hunger in the Valley of Ignorance.

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Besides, they themselves needed but little food. They were so very old.

Winter came.

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More than half of the populace died of sheer want.

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Despair gave courage to those whom fear had forced into silence.

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the last wagon pulled out of the village, they stopped the driver and forced him to take them along.

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……

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And it stated that it had been erected by a grateful posterity.

As it was in the beginning—as it is now—and as some day(so we hope)it shall no longer be。

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A dear friend has been battling cancer for a decade or more. Through a grinding mix of chemotherapy, radiation and

all the other necessary indignities of oncology, he has lived on, despite dire prognoses to the contrary.
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　　My friend was the sort of college professor students remember fondly: not just inspiring in class but taking a

genuine interest in them — in their studies, their progress through life, their fears and hopes. A wide circle of

former students count themselves among his lifelong friends; he and his wife have always welcomed a steady stream of

visitors to their home.
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　　Though no one could ever prove it, I suspect that one of many ingredients in his longevity has been this flow of

people who love him.
　　
　　Research on the link between relationships and physical health has established that people with rich personal

networks — who are married, have close family and friends, are active in social and religious groups — recover more

quickly from disease and live longer. But now the emerging field of social neuroscience, the study of how people’s

brains entrain as they interact, adds a missing piece to that data.
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　　The most significant finding was the discovery of “mirror neurons,” a widely dispersed class of brain cells

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are with, and replicate this sensed state in our own brain by stirring in our brain the same areas active in the

other person.
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the feelings of another, particularly if strongly expressed. This brain-to-brain link may also account for feelings

of rapport, which research finds depend in part on extremely rapid synchronization of people’s posture, vocal pacing

and movements as they interact. In short, these brain cells seem to allow the interpersonal orchestration of shifts

in physiology.
　　
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mothers with their infants, marital partners arguing and even among people in meetings. Reviewing decades of such

data, Lisa M. Diamond and Lisa G. Aspinwall, psychologists at the University of Utah, offer the infelicitous term “a

mutually regulating psychobiological unit” to describe the merging of two discrete physiologies into a connected

circuit. To the degree that this occurs, Dr. Diamond and Dr. Aspinwall argue, emotional closeness allows the biology

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pattern of cardiovascular and neuroendocrine activity. This radically expands the scope of biology and neuroscience

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or allies.
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alone, activity in neural regions that incite stress hormones and anxiety was heightened. As James A. Coan reported

last year in an article in Psychophysiology, when a stranger held the subject’s hand as she waited, she found little

relief. When her husband held her hand, she not only felt calm, but her brain circuitry quieted, revealing the

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other things, the sting of physical pain. Matthew D. Lieberman and Naomi Eisenberg of U.C.L.A. (writing in a chapter

in “Social Neuroscience: People Thinking About People,” M.I.T. Press, 2005) have proposed that the brain’s pain

centers may have taken on a hypersensitivity to social banishment because exclusion was a death sentence in human

prehistory. They note that in many languages the words that describe a “broken heart” from rejection borrow the

lexicon of physical hurt.
　　
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the deprivation of the benefits of loving contact. Sheldon Cohen, a psychologist at Carnegie-Mellon University who

studies the effects of personal connections on health, emphasizes that a hospital patient’s family and friends help

just by visiting, whether or not they quite know what to say.
　　
　　My friend has reached that point where doctors see nothing else to try. On my last visit, he and his wife told me

that he was starting hospice care.
　　
　　One challenge, he told me, will be channeling the river of people who want to visit into the narrow range of

hours in a week when he still has the energy to engage them.
　　
　　As he said this, I felt myself tearing up, and responded: “You know, at least it’s better to have this problem.

So many people go through this a