Lord’s with lights looks amazing. And they’re only bloody telescopic.
So many stunning images of Lord’s under the lights this evening! #LoveLords pic.twitter.com/Z6HDpGBAr7
— Lord’s Ground (@HomeOfCricket) July 21, 2016
Hunter took at least another two minutes lining up his putt, then struck it quickly. He missed the putt by about a foot and, charging after it, let out a howl as he winged his putter into the pond. The geese started honking and Hunter ran back to the cart, pulled the 12-gauge from his golf bag and fired over the geese, and they lifted off the pond like a sparkling cloud of gray and white feathers.
This is what it’s like to play golf with Hunter S. Thompson on acid.
When your centre forward suffers a horrible injury, there’s nothing more reassuring than a tweet of them thumbs aloft in a hospital bed, enjoying the food – and so: a brief history of sportsmen in hospital beds.
The pigs are all like ‘this kind of shit happens all the time – oh look, lunch is here!’:
