I hate sport. I like girlie things.
In my sport, we're measured in millimeters and fractions of millimeters.
People here don't identify themselves by their sports team.
I would like to do a sports movie.
Sport is my passion but I have a way to go.
I want to see more sports in schools.
I always tell people that our sports aren't that dangerous.
Sports has kept me on the straight and narrow path.
Life is a sports make it count.
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