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  • A tournament is a competition involving a relatively large number of competitors, all participating in a sport or game.
  • (in a sport or game) A series of contests between a number of competitors, who compete for an overall prize
  • (in the Middle Ages) A sporting event in which two knights (or two groups of knights) jousted on horseback with blunted weapons, each trying to knock the other off, the winner receiving a prize
  • a sporting competition in which contestants play a series of games to decide the winner
  • a series of jousts between knights contesting for a prize
  • The hard ball used in this game
  • a ball used in playing baseball
  • A ball game played between two teams of nine on a field with a diamond-shaped circuit of four bases. It is played chiefly in the US, Canada, Latin America, and East Asia
  • a ball game played with a bat and ball between two teams of nine players; teams take turns at bat trying to score runs; "he played baseball in high school"; "there was a baseball game on every empty lot"; "there was a desire for National League ball in the area"; "play ball!"
  • Baseball was the first-ever baseball computer game, and was created on a PDP-10 mainframe computer at Pomona College in 1971 by student Don Daglow. The game (actually spelled BASBAL due to the 6-character file name length restrictions) continued to be enhanced periodically through 1976.
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  • T Shirt is a 1976 album by Loudon Wainwright III. Unlike his earlier records, this (and the subsequent 'Final Exam') saw Wainwright adopt a full blown rock band (Slowtrain) - though there are acoustic songs on T-Shirt, including a talking blues.
  • A short-sleeved casual top, generally made of cotton, having the shape of a T when spread out flat
  • A T-shirt (T shirt or tee) is a shirt which is pulled on over the head to cover most of a person's torso. A T-shirt is usually buttonless and collarless, with a round neck and short sleeves.
  • jersey: a close-fitting pullover shirt
  • (design) an arrangement scheme; "the awkward design of the keyboard made operation difficult"; "it was an excellent design for living"; "a plan for seating guests"
  • Do or plan (something) with a specific purpose or intention in mind
  • (design) plan something for a specific role or purpose or effect; "This room is not designed for work"
  • Decide upon the look and functioning of (a building, garment, or other object), typically by making a detailed drawing of it
  • (design) plan: make or work out a plan for; devise; "They contrived to murder their boss"; "design a new sales strategy"; "plan an attack"
baseball tournament t shirt designs - The Tournament
The Tournament
The Tournament
Every seven years, thirty of the world’s most deadly assassins face off against one another for an outrageous cash prize. There’s only one rule: kill or die. As dozens of wealthy gamblers watch via closed-circuit TV, a city is overrun by brutal assassins - all aiming to be the last one standing. Starring Ving Rhames, Kelly Hu and Robert Carlyle, The Tournament is an explosive, action-loaded thriller where the winner takes all.

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Drinking. 2 Lawrence and Dave were sitting at the back of the bar. They were in a booth. “Hey, look who decided to join us,” Dave said when saw me walking towards them. He waved the waitress over and she brought over another pint glass but not before staring into my license. There was already a half empty pitcher at the center of the table. “You guys been here long?” I said. “No. Just got here,” Lawrence said, “I thought you wouldn't make it out anymore.” “Come on, I live down the street from here, what are you talking about?” “I thought Emily locked you down.” Lawrence and Dave were inseparable. We grew up together, went to high school together. When Emily came, I saw them less and less. It was only natural this would happen. “No. Nothing like that. She's alright tonight. Is Hien here?” “Yeah. Over there with some guy,” Dave said, “As usual.” “I'm not surprised.” I poured a pint out for myself. Hien was sitting next to a man. She was talking and he was listening to her with his head cocked to one side, appearing as if he was in the midst of intense concentration and self-reflecting upon her every word. The sleeves on his shirt were too long and though he wore a vest and tie, he left it un-tucked. The sight of Hien with him irritated me. I knew better than be jealous around her, and most of the time, I never was. A part of me treated her like a sister. “Hey, I'll be right back,” I said. “Let me get a gimlet,” I told the bartender. I squeezed in behind her. Hien turned around when she heard my voice. “Sam! I was just thinking about you,” she said. She hugged me.. “This is my new friend Andy. He's a writer too. He told me he and the first person I thought about was you.” I looked at Andy and sipped the gimlet. He looked like an asshole and up close, looked like a boy. “What was it that you write about again Andy?” Hien said to him. “Just normal everyday things. Realist stories. Stories about people. I'm never good at describing these things,” he said. “In other words, nothing special. Well, that's what I always say at least,” I said. “I work for the News and Review,” he said. “Cheers.” The five of us sat in the booth together – Andy, Lawrence, Dave, Hien and I. I didn't like strangers coming into our group but she had invited him over to join us. I had my manners. Hien was wearing a black dress with a small strip of red that wound its way around the hemline. I wasn't thinking anything sexual. I like to believe I don't have those desires for anyone else. It was just aesthetically, it looked nice and I watched the way it shifted around her body as she angled her way inside and sat down. After a few round drinks, I tapped her foot underneath the table and motioned two fingers towards my lips. “We're going to go outside for a bit,” she said. Andy got up so she could make her way out. We sat on a bench outisde the bar, by the door. There was a group of people standing along the sidewalk next to us. They were the typical weekend bar hoppers: tall girls, in hot shorts and short skirts, heels, speaking in elevated pitches designed to make themselves sound cute, men in blazers and designer jeans, shirt collars popped, who smiled and nodded at every asinine comment that came their way. “I hate Asian people when they're in groups,” Hien said. “Me too. Especially when they're in groups of more than four,” I said. I realized that we use to be just like them so I didn't say anything more. The group hailed a taxi and stepped in and the sidewalk was quiet again. “I feel like a vacuum just rolled by. Thank god,” she said. I wasn't paying attention. It was close to two and I wondered what I would say to Emily if she were to wake up and find that I wasn't sleeping next to her. Maybe she would go downstairs, look in the kitchen, check the bathrooms or go into the garage and peer through the windows of the Camry we owned. I doubt it. One thing she would never do was call. Hien exhaled a cloud of smoke into the space in front of her. “I still can't do the smoke rings.” “Lucky Strikes? I thought you didn't like menthols,” I said. “They're not mine. We're doing some work for them and they were giving them out to the smokers at the office,” she said. “Emily hates cigarettes. I have to shower as soon as I get home and dump my clothes into the laundry.” “That reminds me of when I use live at home. Though my dad probably knew anyway,” Hien had moved from back from Washington two months ago. She was from there. When she graduated, she went back and we didn't keep in touch. “How's your family?” “They're good. Sarah's going back to Vietnam. She got a job there teaching English. She doesn't like it here.” “She was born there right?” “Yeah. She came when she was fourteen. I'm happy for her. She needed to get her shit together.” Hien curled her legs towards her body with her knees pressed against her chest. She put her arms underneath her dress and held it against the back of her thighs. It made her look very small, like a gir
Tournament Bridge
Tournament Bridge
Tournament Bridge, Eglinton Country Park. Uploaded uncompressed & unedited to remove banding.

baseball tournament t shirt designs
baseball tournament t shirt designs
The tournament was a mock battle, at its height between 1100 and 1300, conducted by two arbitrary battalions over many square miles of open country. It was a one-day event, but when joined to ancillary festivals it could extend it to several days. The centre of the enthusiasm was across north and north-eastern France, where -- in the twelfth century -- thousands of knights assembled from across northern Europe to seek reputation and profit. But the passion for the tournament extended much further. Tournament holding had penetrated England, Germany and Austria by 1200. The tournament resembled in many senses a modern spectator sport, with spectators, chants, national teams, team colours, inflated salaries, transfer fees, celebrity cults and a lifestyle notable for its excesses. The tournament had a wider significance too. It underpinned the idea of aristocracy; a knight and aristocrat could be defined as a man who frequented the tournament.