My head was exploding, my stomach ripping, and even the tips of my fingers ached. The only thing I could think was, "If I live, I will never run again!"

The fire was so hot it singed the hair on my head and the tips of my fingers are burned. I had nice clothes on the night before and brand new shoes, but they're ruined.

The final release point for the fastball is the tips of your fingers.

I started ripping (balls at) her. I told her I was going to rip her head off if she let any balls go by her.

I was sick to my stomach and my head aching. But I threw for two touchdowns.

The stomach of the python still surrounded the head, shoulders, and forelimbs of the alligator.