Sentences with phrase «big foot pass»

Water slides and rides at the park include River Canyon Run, Totem Towers, Racoon Lagoon, Big Foot Pass, South Hot Springs, and Chinook Cave.

Not exact matches

Quick notes on arsemal team 1 - paulista is not good as i though 2 - coquelin is essential in arsenal midfield to give stability but he can't hold the ball in his feet or give the right pass in the right time so we can't dominate teams anymore especially with santi absence 3 - ramsey = horrible, just a headless chicken running everywhere 4 - ozil could have easily 30 + assists by now 5 - Olivier Giroud the handsom french guy shouldn't ever be a big team first choice striker 6 - where are the 4 world class strikers that wenger said we had i didn't se anyone of the yet

He slumped briefly but recovered, and then he began to break Mac - Kay's heart by hitting back the big first serve — not with desperate little plops designed only to keep the ball in play but with incisively angled shots that sometimes passed MacKay, sometimes caught him halfway to the net, sometimes literally tangled him in his feet.

my current biggest pet peeve is dudes receiving a pass inside the three point line with both feet on the ground, then stepping back with both feet to get behind the three point line to shoot it without taking a dribble.

Underneath, he bounces on the balls of his feet, ready to cut out for a pass or maneuver for a rebound, though it looks as if he is just doing all that jumping up and down to see over the heads of the bigger people all around him.

When his big right foot begins its swing, his toe passes out of bounds over the end line and comes back in to connect with a slam that can blast the ball as fast as 70 mph.

We were off to the aquarium, and along the way we passed a beautiful beach on top of a cliff (complete with hammocks), the biggest sea turtles I'd ever seen (right under my feet) and several tanks of baby turtles dashing about like Squirt from Finding Nemo, a large lagoon full of snorkelers, and a little man - made beach off the lagoon where tiny tots paddled about.

I loved to celebrate on that court: to throw my hands up, get the crowd on their feet, hop up and down after nailing a big three pointer or throwing some hotshot behind the back pass.

Flick the remote up to snap, swing it forward to pass, shake it to blow past a defender: it all adds up to a wonderfully immersive experience that'll have you jumping to your feet during big plays.

With the rear seats folded, the Renegade has up to 1,438 L (50.8 cu ft) of storage space, and the available 40 / 20 / 40 - split rear seat with cargo pass - through lets you fit bigger items like snowboards, waterskis, or even a 5 - foot ladder.

The Newest Big Island Zipline Tour - Cascading nearly 250 ft., one of the World's most spectacular waterfalls passes under your feet as you glide effortlessly through the air.

Her current exhibition, a solo by London - based Lakwena Maciver, includes a sixteen - foot painting with the sparkling, multicolored slogan JUST PASSING THROUGH, facing out the gallery's big bay windows.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,