Quotes by Chris Wright

“A one-in-100-year flood has (a) 1 per cent chance in any year. On some years all of the ducks line up together, so to speak.”

“We saw the same thing... the same cry for help.”

“They all say theyre waiting for response from FEMA. Its quite pathetic to have that lack of response from FEMA.”

“another body on the scene.”

“The American sentiment after 9-11, the heartbreak, the fear and the anger, all of that was used to get us into Iraq and I think thats incredibly cynical for them to have done that,”

“If you drop it below your waist, its going to be a flatter kick, but if you drop it higher, it will more likely come off of that at a higher angle, ... Its kind of difficult with the drop to get good timing and put it on foot properly. If you dont, then it wont come off with a spiral or with enough force or velocity.”

“Its really basic, ... I just kick it every day in practice. Its kind of like a golf swing -- you repeat it and repeat it until you get it.”

“He was always an exciting player to watch on the pitch, and great company off it.”

“Phil has been a great servant to the club during his time at Wasps. He was always an exciting player to watch on the pitch, and great company off it.”

“Phil has been a great servant to the club during his time at Wasps,”

so here i sit. a sum of the parts. about a third way down this wonderful path, so to speak. and ive been thinking lately about a friendship that fell apart with time, with distance, and with the misunderstanding of youth. im trying not to confuse sadness with regret. not the easiest thing at times. i dont regret that certain things happened. i understand that perhaps i had a choice in the matter, or perhaps i believe in fate. probably not, but so far actions as small as the quickest glance to events as monumental as death have pushed me slowly along to right here, right now. there was no other way to get here. the meandering and erratic path was actually the straightest of lines. take away a handful of angry words, things once thought of as mistakes or regrets, and im suddenly a different person with a different history, a different future. that, i would regret. so here i sit. thinking about a person i once called my best friends. a man who might be full of sadness and regret, who might not give a damn, or who might, just might, remember the future and realize thats where its at.