I was doing some pullovers today, and I found myself smiling. It just came to me all of a sudden just how fun it is to be lifting weights. I was dripping sweat and my muscles were burning and I thought, "Man, I love this so much." A moment. I like those moments. You ever have that happen? Cool as hell. I was talking to Tracy and Cristi the other day and was saying just how weird it was that we love lifting weights and talk about lifting weights and read about lifting weights pretty much all day long. When you step back from it, it is strange.Well, strange compared to whatever the great unwashed are doing. Always a lot better than sitting around eating Cheetos though, I reckon.
I have always had a simple, narrow focus. Used to feel guilty about it, really. Not anymore. Whatever. I care about a few things, and could care less about most other things. Blah, blah, blah,. REALLY!! you are so important. I'll be hanging with my dogs and deadlifting in silence.
I had a friend tell me that she is so fake all day long that her face is tired from all the cheesy smiling by the end of the day. She said that everyone just goes around being fake to each other in the workplace and it is sickening but everyone does it anyway. That is weird, huh? I can't do it. Nah, I lied. I do it because I can't tell some folks that what they are talking about is not important to me. Or boring. Or weak. So great to see you!
I coached a kid at Gardner Webb, Brandon Medlin, who I loved. He was a good player, but what was really cool about him was how he used to sit back and listen, look over a situation before he would
respond. Everyone would be fighting or acting like a fool, and Brandon would be watching, surveying the situation. He was funny that way. But he never just jumped in without thinking about his actions. Pretty admirable.
Bum Phillips, one of my all time favorite coaches, said that when the press used to criticize him, he would just smile, nod his head and move on. That's the way to do it. He couldn't change their minds about stuff, anyway. That goes for pretty much a lot of things. Training especially. If you are hooked on Pilates and Zumba and foam rolling all day and I explain to you that that is all okay, but if you just got stronger, you would change your life and you say, yeah but SweatyogaTRXDancefever is better, I just smile, nod my head and move on. Here is the water, right here. Don't wanna drink? Moving on.
Author Jim Goad said that if everyone in the whole world all at once decided to tell the truth, everyone would be dead by the next day. Or something like that. Imagine that happening.
Truth. That is why Philadelphians still love Buddy Ryan. He wore his emotions on his sleeve and told it like it was, love him or hate him.
I am rereading Badasses by Peter Richmond, about the Oakland Raiders of the Madden Era. Now that was a coach and a team! Madden treated his players like men, expected a lot from them, cared about them. Pay attention, be on time, play like hell. Those were his rules. They were nuts. But they stayed after practice and worked on their skills, partied together, and won like crazy. I highly recommend that book. Too much money now, too much media coverage, too much changing teams. Can't fault the players, it's just not as fun overall. There used to be a mystery about the whole thing. Now everyone has a mike on all the time. Tatum. Stabler. Atkinson. Casper. Shell. Villapiano.