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A box score is a structured summary of the results from a sport competition. The box score lists the game score as well as individual and team achievements in the game.
Among the sports in which box scores are common are baseball, basketball, cricket, football and hockey.
www.boxscorechallenge.com An online game devoted entirely to box score trivia.
Box (plural boxes) describes a variety of containers and receptacles for permanent use as storage, or for temporary use often for transporting contents. The word derives from the Greek πύξος (puxos), "box, boxwood".
Boxes may be made of durable materials such as wood or metal, or of corrugated fiberboard, paperboard, or other non-durable materials. The size may vary from very small (e.g., a matchbox) to the size of a large appliance. A corrugated box is a very common shipping container. When no specific shape is described, a box of rectangular cross-section with all sides flat may be expected, but a box may have a horizontal cross section that is square, elongated, round or oval; sloped or domed top surfaces, or non-vertical sides.
A decorative or storage box may be opened by raising, pulling, sliding or removing the lid, which may be hinged and/or fastened by a catch, clasp, or lock.
Several types of boxes are used in packaging and storage.
Depending on locale and specific usage, the terms carton and box are sometimes used interchangeably.
Score or scorer may refer to:
Nothing on the western front
Nothing at all
Nothing on the eastern side
Nobody to call
Nothing in the northern end
Nothing to send
Nothing on the southern bend
Not a friend
This town is nothing but 4-box square
Oh, I’m looking for someone with a life to share
No bird in the tree singing free
No dog barking at something that he doesn’t see
No smile for me when I pass your way
No clouds floating on a summer’s day
UBANI NGAHLALA KANJENA
Who can live like this
BAZE BAKHALA OBABA NOMA
Even the old peopel ask this question
WOLALA WOLALA BAYADLALA BAHEMU WEMA
Wolala, wolala, the young men dance on
No bling-bling, no shining thing, no money to pay
No phone ring, no talking, nothing to say
Moon and sun pulling each one
Turns night to day
I’m ready to leave this place
On my compus I see your face
In the morning I will see your smile
I will save my life
Gotta go now, gotta go now