The jelly - the jam and the marmalade, And the cherry-and quince-"preserves" she made! And the sweet-sour pickles of peach and pear, With cinnamon in 'em, and all things rare! - And the more we ate was the more to spare, Out to old Aunt Mary's! Ah!

It's like sweet and sour, because we get pumped up, and then we get a little panicked,

Life is sweet and sour

There was a sweet side and there was a sour side [to 2002]. The sour side was we lost in the last game. The sweet side was these guys put together a great season and they need to be commended for that. ... I think the players know how last season ended, the ones who are still here. We move on and we don't worry about that. We're on to the new season.

Say good-bye er howdy-do-- What's the odds betwixt the two? Comin'--goin'--every day-- Best friends first to go away-- Grasp of hands you'd ruther hold Than their weight in solid gold, Slips their grip while greetin' you,-- Say good-bye er howdy-do?

The ripest peach is highest on the tree.