Tom Smith (footballer, born 1909)
Thomas McCall Smith (4 October 1909 – 21 June 1998) was a Scottish association football player and manager. Smith, who was born in Fenwick, East Ayrshire, played in junior football before signing for Kilmarnock. Smith was part of the Killie team that lost the Scottish Cup Final to Rangers in 1932, and he won international recognition two years later when he played in the 1934 British Home Championship against England. Smith played for Scotland in a tour of the United States and Canada in 1935, but none of the tour matches counted as full internationals.
A good performance in a 1936 inter-league match for the Scottish Football League against The Football League attracted the interest of Preston North End, and Smith agreed to sign for the Lancashire club soon afterwards. Smith, a centre half, initially had to compete for that position with Billy Tremelling, and he did not play in the 1937 FA Cup Final defeat by Sunderland. Smith played more regularly during the following season, when Preston finished third in the First Division. Preston also had a significant cup run, culminating in the 1938 FA Cup Final win against Huddersfield. To cap a highly successful year, Smith made his second (and last) appearance for Scotland, a 1–0 victory against England in the 1938 British Home Championship. Smith was one of five Preston players to play for Scotland in that match.
Tom Smith (second baseman)
Thomas N. Smith (1851–1889) was an American professional baseball player who played second base for the 1875 Brooklyn Atlantics.
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Tom Smith (rugby union player born 1971)
Tom Smith (born 31 October 1971 in London, England) is an English born former Scotland international rugby union Loosehead Prop who played for Glasgow Warriors, Caledonia Reds and Northampton Saints and also represented the British and Irish Lions. He is a now a Rugby Coach.
Education and background
Born to a Scottish mother - his English father died when he was only six - he was given a boarder's education at a Scottish school on the banks of Loch Rannoch. He was first educated at Emanuel School in London, before moving to Rannoch School. His rugby skills were honed by the school's science teacher. Smith stated: “The things I learnt while playing rugby at Rannoch were work ethic and fitness. Our pitch was covered in snow and frozen solid for three months of the year, so there was a lot of running up and down hills. We were pretty well drilled and were made to work hard. There were times when it was pretty tough and cold out here but at the end of the day rugby is a hard game and you need to be tough to play it.”
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iTom 4.0: Smith and Legend
by: Tom SmithRocket launcher, rail gun, BFG Nine Thousand One,
Never saw it coming and I never had a chance.
Bad enough being dead, Sub Zero pulled off my head,
Master Chief is doing his victory dance.
Lost Asia in Risk, Diablo burnt me to a crisp,
Even though I had the Godly Plate of the Whale.
Two pair, eights and kings, Sauron got the One Ring,
Getting dysentery on the Oregon Trail.
Harry Potter came up short dueling with Voldemort,
Elspeth Holliday met the Blair Witch.
Spider-Man showed such aplomb till he met that pumpkin
bomb,
Mr. Incredible didn't throw the switch.
Cliff racers, cave bats, stupid frickin' giant rats,
Deadly pirahna poodles, or soldier ants,
You were eaten by a grue, Hah! The wumpus got you,
Nancy Drew and Scooby Doo teabagged in Halo 2
Dead again,
Splattered all over a rendered killing floor,
Dead again,
Let me respawn and I'll be back for more,
Dead again,
Let me get to the checkpoint, then you can do your
worst,
Dead again,
Then I'll reload but this time I'll shoot first.
My marble plummets from a height, should have rolled it
to the right,
Jumped through lots of traffic but then fell off a log.
Russian cubes from the sky, and I let 'em stack too
high,
Punched right off the screen by a humanoid frog.
T-rex got me, now I'm toast, chased down by a blinking
ghost,
Landed on some spikes and dropped every last ring.
Bitten by a fanged slug, Jafar zapped my flying rug,
Trampled in a bog by a Barbarian King.
Mechanized war bots, Mudokan slingshots,
Centipede dropping a flea on my head.
Couldn't fly as Alfred Chicken, Duke Nukem kept on
kickin',
Fought Guy of Gisborne with only some bread.
Skeletons hit me twice, dragon breath cased me in ice,
Couldn't line up all the jewels three in a row,
Shot up by Miami cops, beaten with karate chops,
Kept on missing platform hops, and the timer never
stops.
Dead again,
How come these worlds have so many bottomless pits?
Dead again,
And everyone that I meet wants me blown to bits.
Dead again,
Reincarnation one byte at a time,
Dead again,
It's so embarassing to be killed by green slime.
Real life goes on until you're
Dead, or so I'm told,
Injury, catastrophe, or
Simply growing old
Fantasy's supposed to be where
You can find your dreams,
But all I find is game designers
Hooked on players' screams.
Smothered by a boa constrictor, drawn and quartered by
a lich or
Eaten by a cat while dodging Beethoven's Fifth.
My flying ostrich drowned, monkeys thowing barrels
down,
Torn apart by creatures out of legend and myth.
Zombies got a hold of Jill, nurses up in Silent Hill,
All those German snipers on the beach at Omaha.
Swallowed by the sand worms, infected by some nasty
germs,
Didn't slap the leather when I heard him say, "DRAW!"
Running from Koala Kong, made a turn that's really
wrong,
Sephiroth's supernova fried us where we stood.
Broiled in a lava flow, squashed by Super Mario,
Didn't make my saving throw again,st lawful good.
Thirty zillion space machines blowning up in cut
scenes,
I actually found a way to die in Myst.
Ninja swords decapitate, plasma guns obliterate,
Pocket nukes annihilate, reboot, transubstantiate.
Dead again,
Inching ahead until once more I choke,
Dead again,
The funeral bills would leave my whole state broke,
Dead again,
Something is trying to chew off both my legs,
Dead again,
Who in the hell dreams up these easter eggs?
Dead again,
All of the guys at work think I'm a freak,
Dead again,
They watch golf and NASCAR every week,
Dead again,
They'll never understand what I call fun,
Dead again,
'Cause any of my lives is cooler than their one.