Many of (the bites) are relatively minor; usually bites in the legs and arms from people trying to break up a dog fight. The worst ones seem to be when a dog decides to attack somebody, but we don't see those too often.
Scotty's a heck of a player. He works hard. He is the stereotypical Sewickley hockey player. He does what I ask. His legs never stop. He never takes a shift off. Every shift is going to be as hard as the last one. That's what I need from every one of these guys.
Taste your legs, sire: put them into motion.
Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear, for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet--nay, sometime more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather.
My legs were really tight today, so I didn't run all my events. I saw what I can improve, and I need to work on my start in the 60.
My legs were not really moving very well. And then she played a good first set.
My legs were like, oh my god, what's going on,
My legs were dead. They were wobbling a little bit on my last (extra point). But that was fun, a lot of fun. I thought before the game, I hope I don't have to kick much. Then I did. I couldn't let them down.
My legs have been able to stay active and now I really don't have any pain from the groin surgery. I've been able to get my skating back. I didn't really have that 100 percent before and that's really the key to my game.
My legs have become accustomed to the treadmill. And in L.A., running on the street is asking for a distracted texting driver to knock you over.