Saturday, January 25, 2020

Some Thoughts

If you are a man or a woman and you have kids, you need to get them off the damn phone and take them in the woods. Get them a hunting license and take them hunting. Take them shooting. If you have never done it yourself, shooting or hunting, then you need to learn. It's not hard and the thing about folks who hunt and shoot is that they all want to help you get started. If you show that you are serious AND you want to start your kid off right, they will bend over backwards to help you.

And why is this important? Because now we are getting further away from having our kids being independent and we are getting further away from having kids who ever get outside except on a playground during recess. And even then, the "teachers" (usually amazingly liberal and irrational and America hating and not ashamed to say so with their opinions in class) may say it's too cold to be outside. Already, some of my favorite memories are having my son in the duck or goose blind with me. And I didn't grow up a hunter. My Dad was a fisherman and that's what we did. I cherish those memories. But I had a yearning to learn to hunt when I was in college and it changed my life forever. I saw the value in it right away, the dog working, the sunrise, braving the elements, the camaraderie, the ball busting, the smell of the fire, the smell of the gunpowder, the moment when the geese land into the decoys. If that seems strange to you, all of that, then I suggest you try it. You will not be sorry.

They used to have hunter safety classes in the schools, and I think that most of that has gone away. Maybe down South they may still have it in places. Probably not in Virginia, with the Governor threatening to get the National Guard out there to take away guns from people. That asshole needs to go hunting. I bet he's never even shot a gun. And his buddy Bloomberg definitely hasn't. He needs a dip of Copenhagen and some Camo and a good old fashioned throat punch to earn his man card. He'd probably slap fight. He should fight Harvey Weinstein! Bloomberg is failing miserably as a man and a person, the coward. Don't get me started on those type of people who are guarded by guys with guns 24 hours a day, but want to take guns away from the everyman who is protecting his family and just wants to do a little deer hunting on the weekends. And people fall for this crap?

 I just see where its going, and I see less and less kids who are shooting and hunting and there are plenty of laws in place that stop law abiding citizens from owning guns, and all of these lawmakers need to get out of their mansions and get dirty and cold and brave the elements and work hard to get a deer or a bird or just shoot some skeet. Damn! Why can't people see it? The stuff that I hear about what teachers say about the USA to the kids is AMAZING to me. In fact, the one of my kid's teachers  was talking about how bad America was and how everything , yes everything, in this country is awful  and how the USA is this and that and one kid raised his hand (after this went on for a few days) and asked, "Why do you hate this country so much?" We used to say the pledge and sing "Maryland, My Maryland" every morning at school. I'm not talking about blind patriotism here, I'm talking about showing some loyalty to the place where you live and for all the men have fought and died so that we are free. Well, more free than every other country. Free. To live, man. To write if you wanna be a writer, to be a salesman if you wanna sell. And really, everyone in this country has a shot. I don't give a shit how poor you are, you will get a shot. Nobody has the same shot to reach whatever heights that you want to reach that we do. You wanna just work enough to get by? You can do that here. Wanna be rich? You can do that here, too.  Things have changed here. You have a shot at being whatever you want to be. And you want to protest something? Go right ahead. You have that right because you live here. Just do it peacefully, like 25 thousand gun owners did the other day in Virginia. No looting or killing or setting fires. Be tolerant, dammit! Oh! Just tolerant if people believe what you believe. It doesn't work both ways.


Part of what made America great is the outdoors and guns and they have both been part of the fabric of our country since its inception. And our kids are suffering because of all of this shit , pure shit that is clouding their brains, all of the stuff that keeps them inside all day long. And then they go to school and they are hearing these opinions from their teachers about what THEY believe in. Teach math and shut the hell up. Sorta like actors should do. Yeah, I'm gonna take advice from Barbara Streisand and Meryl Streep on how we all should live, God give me strength. As they pontificate from their lofty perches with walls around them and guns protecting them and the rest of them with their holier than though attitudes, feel the need to tell you about how YOU are screwing up the environment, you peasant, as they arrive in their planes and gas guzzling limousines. Seriously?

This is rambling a little, probably because I get so pissed off at this stuff, but I do have a point:

Take the step and man the hell up. Get your kids out in the woods and teach them how to shoot and take them hunting and keep the tradition alive for future generations.  Don't listen to the crap that everyone is trying to sell you. Get back to nature and common sense.  I think that if all of that goes away, we are in big trouble as a country.

Sunday, December 22, 2019

Starting Strength Article

https://startingstrength.com/training/real-life

Thanks for reading!

Wednesday, December 11, 2019

Building Policy of Softness

A while back, I wrote a blog about my seven year old not being allowed to go outside for recess because he didn't have a coat on. And it was almost 60 degrees . Hell, I keep my house a little over 60 degrees.

It gets better. He wore a jacket to school the next day, but because he had shorts on, he wasn't allowed outside. Because his legs may freeze to death. That happens all of the time. So he began wearing "tights" or whatever you call them under his shorts (Little boys can wear them, men cannot).THEN all the children were told that they "must wear one of those puffy jackets" in order to go outside. Pretty soon, they will have to wear a freaking ski suit just to step outside. The principal said that it was "building policy" regarding the wearing of all the stuff. Building policy? Ok, here is what the policy probably reads:

"Children will wear copious amounts of clothing no matter what the parents think or how soft we are making said children in the long run. The goal of the staff here is to not understand science regarding sickness (not from being cold) but to go by the myths and misconceptions of the staff. " In addition, keep the classrooms hot as hell so the teachers (women who are notoriously cold all of the time) will be comfortable, but the little boys will be hot and uncomfortable."

Hey, how about in June, when its 90 degrees, I send my son to school in jeans and a long sleeve shirt! What will they say then? It's too hot to wear that outfit? I'm gonna put a freaking goose down jacket on him with his hood up and a face mask. Building policy, my ass.

Drive by the local playground or basketball court and not one kid has a jacket on. Pretty soon, they will pass laws governing that shit too, if all of the pansies have their way.

Little boys(and girls of course) need to be tough. They need to be able to handle little things like being cold or hot and they need to dig up worms and be dirty and climb monkey bars and fall and they need to ride their bikes in the woods and they need to go snake hunting and carve their names in trees with their Buck knives and shoot a BB gun and not be told that everything will hurt them or is bad for them.

What the hell is going on? Has it aways been that way? Nope. And why is it that way now? I don't know. Smother, smother smother them until they get to the point where they will only be able to peer out the window of their bedroom between video games, wondering what it would be like to be a "real" kid.

Tuesday, November 12, 2019

Is That Too Much To Ask?

Yeah, I have written about it before, but damn 


I hate the city. I grew up in the suburbs Maryland, but it was different. I had 100 acres of woods behind my house and a trout stream in there, and I learned how to fish and chop wood and explore. I grew up swimming in the creek and carving JIM + (whatever girl at the time) with my Buck Knife into trees and my parents had zero idea where I was, and they didn't need to worry anyway. By myself I fought, swam , jumped my bike over ramps, smoked cigarettes (not for me!) and fished til the mosquitoes nearly ate me alive. So I was country in heart even though we were like 12 miles from the White House. Then I went to school in North Carolina, coached in Central Florida, South Carolina, and North Carolina and hunted when I came back home for the holidays on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. And I loved it. I could shoot my guns everyday, and fish and hunt and go so far out in the woods that it seemed like no other human had walked those lands before. 


I now live in the suburbs in New Jersey. Moved here because of work and stuff. It's like 6 miles outside of Philadelphia. Man, it's so crowded. I like where I grew up and deer would come in the yard, and raccoons and such would visit at night. In North Carolina I would go dove hunting before our 9 am football staff meeting. I came to a staff meeting with dead doves in my pocket one time, all dressed in camo. Fortunately, the head coach was afraid of me after I lost my shit a couple of times... Anyway,  damn, now I can't even cough without my freakin neighbors hearing me. My kid blows his duck call and I'm always worried that the neighbors will complain, and I'll get an assault charge because everyone lives up each other's asses here, that's how close we live to other people. 

You start thinking about what you really love and maybe it's a sign of age, but you start thinking about wanting to be around only what you want to be around and have nobody close by you unless you choose to have them around you.


Ain't supposed to be like that, and the years are going by and I am not getting any younger just sexier and I yearn for a place with corn growing in the fields and woods behind the corn field, and a goose pit blind in the field, and a flooded timber place in the woods with lots of ducks in it and walking out onto the front porch and hearing the geese coming south like they have been doing for forever and someplace where I can take a piss off the back porch and not have search lights come on. 


Is that too much to ask?

Monday, November 11, 2019

Some Coaching Points

I just want to share some stuff about being a college strength coach and training athletes that I learned over the past 30 years. Most points here seem like common sense, but I'm not so sure. There is more, but this is a good start.


1. Be on time. Be early.  By at least 30 minutes.

2. Have a plan, and explain the plan before the session begins. Explain it so the kids can understand, not to show how smart you think you are at it all. And if you don't know something, tell the kids. Don't look stupid by acting all knowledgeable about stuff you don't know about. 

3. Let the kids have some ownership in the whole thing. Let them pick the curls , triceps and shoulder assistance. You'll be amazed at the athlete's enthusiasm. 

4. Be strict but not a jerk. Athletes can tell if you care about them. They crave the discipline, but if they don't trust you or like you (why do coaches want their players to fear them?) you ain't gonna get the best from them.

5. Be careful with calling a kid out. You better be damn sure that the kid can take it. I had no problem saying, "We are doing up downs because Johnny was late." But I would never go further than that, because you are trying to make them accountable, not trying to crush their spirit. 

6. Don't make them into robots. If you are blowing a whistle to start the reps in a set or to signal the changing of exercises, you may not be a very good teacher, but you may be a control freak. The athletes hate that shit. Nobody gets strong hurrying through a weight workout. But some coaches think that's effective. It is if you want them to dread the weight room and stay weak. 

7. Explain everything that you are doing and why you are doing it. Write it down with the points of emphasis on the exercises. And tell them things like, "We are going to squat heavy today, because it's a long season and we need to stay in the 80% range so we can stay strong and keep injury free.  I have cut the volume down, but bumped the weight up. You need to push through today, it is important." Stuff like that. You aren't a dictator, you are a teacher. I knew one head strength coach who, when asked why the athletes box squatted, answered, " When you get as strong as me, you can question what I do."  What the hell kind of answer is that?

8. Never compromise your ideals. I'd rather leave a place than have some dumb ass administrator tell me what to do with my athletes. That stuff is rampant these days and the best coaches are going into private business because of constant meddling.

And back to the athletes:

I don't know, man. I just figured out a long time ago that college athletes are grown and that they want to succeed, but if you are just a continuance of the asshole coach that they just left at practice, they are  not going to reach their potential. Just be cool. Be strict and have rules, but just be cool with the kids. Have them trust you, let them assume ownership, and listen to them. 



Wednesday, November 6, 2019

Cafeteria Ladies Know Everything

I have railed before on how the entitled ME ME ME youth are much different from youth in the past. I know that every generation thinks that they were tougher or had it rougher than generations gone by. Let's just say that there were pussies then and there are pussies now and there will always be pussies. And there will always be those parents and teachers who baby the kids, and ask them constantly what they want-

Do you want this to eat? 

Kid: NO

Parent : Ok, can I make you something different from everyone else and inconvenience myself even more , you ungrateful little prick?

But really its more like "lets give a young kid the power to boss adults around." The kids love it. 

 And little Johnny can't find his ass with both hands as he gets older because he had parents who just had to do everything for him. 

The parent goes scurrying around trying to find the chicken fingers so little Johnny will be happy. I always think that if that kid is really hungry, he will eat. And if he was really really hungry, he will eat whatever is put in front of him. 

But there is more in the never ending striving of the adults to make our kids (and boys especially) into sniveling pansies who cant take anything that is a challenge or tough in their lives. 

Here is a good one. The "lunch ladies" at my 7 year old's school would not let him go outside today in 56 degree weather without a coat or sweatshirt. They made him get a hooded sweatshirt from the "lost and found "or they would not let him outside.

56 degrees
56, not 26
56 degrees. That's June in Buffalo.  Or maybe July. Do they were coats in June and July? I bet not. 
Almost 60 degrees. 60. 

I TOLD MY SON THAT HE DOESNT HAVE TO WEAR A JACKET BECAUSE AS HIS FATHER,  I LOOK AT THE WEATHER REPORT AND MAKE THE DECISION BEFORE HE LEAVES FOR SCHOOL EVERYDAY.. 

However, the lunch ladies in all of their infinite wisdom, trained so well in biology , physiology, and their understanding of the science of how each individual reacts to weather, decided to play parent and guardian of my son. 

When I go into any of my kids schools in the Spring, Fall or Winter, the classrooms are so hot that I immediately want to strip down. After the first couple times where I actually began to sweat when visiting, I got  prepared. No jacket, I  wear shorts and a light t-shirt. Listen, ladies, with the heat blasting so hot that every classroom is like an incubator for all the viruses and germs, mind your own business. Throw away your myths and misconceptions about why we get sick, and mind your own business

This is from Patch.com
"Myth #2:  Wearing Your Coat When Outdoors Prevents A Cold.
We've all heard our mothers say, "Don't go outside without a coat or you'll catch a cold!"  But the truth is you should wear a coat because you may get cold, not necessarily catch a cold. When studied by the New England Journal of Medicine, kids without coats did not catch colds, viruses, or any other bacteria-related illness by not wearing a coat outside in cold weather.  Viruses are contracted by contact or close contact with another person who has a virus or bacterial infection."


We understand that your mom and her mom were like, bundle up! Its 80 outside, you may just catch a chill!

But we ain't doing that stuff. I'm not putting my kids in long pants  or a jacket if I determine that they don't need it. 

Now, every man that I know is pretty much hot as hell all the time. I hate having the heat on, hate putting on long pants, hate the hot ass libraries, book stores, malls, and especially schools. And even though this will sound nice and chauvinistic, I have only met a few women who are hot all the time, the rest start freezing when the temp goes below 80 degrees. And in my son's school, there is only one male teacher (poor hot thing), so the place is like a huge incubator, just cooking up those viruses to spread to everyone. Good job! Take a hint from Siberia. Now those are some hearty ass people. 


              Why Russians are tough as hell.

So now, I have to email the school and ask, just what is the determining factor on when it's too cold for the kids to go outside without a jacket? 56 degrees obviously is, according to the trained doctors in the elementary school cafeteria, but this should be written down somewhere. Like a manifesto of sorts. 

The summary would read,  "Let's endeavor to  make our kids soft and sick! Make sure to make a big deal on how cold it is all the time and anytime the temperature drops below 80 degrees, start freaking out and treat our kids like they are pieces of fine china." 

But if I had my way, here is what would happen. Let's make it a news headline: Kid's immune systems improve and less viruses abound because of new science of not babying the shit out of kids and making them wear coats in 56 degree weather! 

Yeah, I know, it's only a hooded sweatshirt. But in my mind it is just a symptom of how we are decaying our society with all this lovey dovey, never be uncomfortable, never play contact sports, never have to do a damn thing for yourself way that we are raising our kids. 

But do what you want. I'm not putting a coat on my boy when its 56 degrees. In fact, he is on his way to little league practice and the temperature has dropped to 54 degrees, and he's wearing a t-shirt and shorts. I may find him on the field frozen like a popsicle. Or maybe he will survive, but it would be a  miracle. 

Or maybe I should call the trained professionals in the cafeteria at his school and ask them what they think the best route to take in this situation is...
  

Sunday, October 27, 2019

Friday and Saturday

I drove down to Maryland from New Jersey on Friday. I left my house at 7pm, and got to Maryland at 11pm. Four freakin hours to go 130 miles. It's always in Delaware, that tiny little state, where the accident happens, so I'm prepared. Right where 295 and 95 merge. Costs you like 10 bucks to go through the state , too. Or something like that. But no stress, because it's happened 1000 times to me, so why should I be surprised? I had a podcast with Stan Efferding to listen to, some new Toxic Holocaust to rock out to, and I was venturing to my amazing home state, Maryland, by god. So I just moseyed on along.

I stayed at my parents house in Maryland that night, and of course it was great to spend the night in the house where I grew up and to see my folks. Next day , I got up early with my father (he'd been up for a while) and he made me an egg sandwich just like the old days when I used to live there. It's funny how every house has a different aura, a different smell, a different feel. Isn't it the truth? My parent's house does. Smells like home to me, and a bit of melancholy about not living there anymore and my parents getting older and all the other stuff, you know what I'm talking about.

I was in Maryland to see my parents but to also do a seminar on the squat and deadlift at  Mike Krivka's Crossfit Concepts in Gaithersburg , Maryland. I went to Junior College up there, and driving around there brought back more memories. I was driving around thinking about the junior college days and how shitty I did in school and how fun football was and how I thought that I knew everything back then.

Anyway, I was heading to Crossfit Koncepts to do a seminar with my good friends, Marty Gallagher and Kirk Karwoski. They are two huge names in the Iron World and they are very cool people and we speak the same language because we are all from Maryland, by god. And we all three have the same philosophy about training. Although Marty likes to tell people I am the "volume guy" and he's the "ultra minimalist", we have more in common than not when it comes to what we believe in.We all have been friends for years, and Kirk and I always start back where we left off the last time that we saw each other.

We had a bunch of great attendees , including Zach Even Esh, who I thought was gonna help us coach but hopped in and did everything step by step wise as anyone else. You are never too experienced to learn something, even if it's like,  just one thing.  You learn one thing? It's worth it.

And all the folks that showed up had experience but they were either looking to get back into it, trained people for a living, or just needed a form check. I love coaching, especially when everyone is so eager to learn. I mean, they were busting their ass . The way it works is that, we all teach the lifts. I do the sumo deadlift, Marty and Kirk the squat, Kirk the conventional deadlift, then I go over assistance stuff and Marty and I talk programming. We all contribute to all topics, and make points about the lifts and then everyone tries the lifts out.

Kirk gets real fired up and I do myself and its great. Just the intensity and everyone TRYING REAL HARD, and it's a great atmosphere.  I miss that stuff, there is not enough of it in life where everyone is freakin training like that. Everyone had a different life story and I am inherently curious about folks so I love hearing on how others live day to day.  It's amazing when they tell you the the seminar was good or that it was their favorite seminar. And then we had dinner and Zach and I left out, headed back to Jersey. I listened to David Joy's latest, "The Line that Held Us"on Audible  and that man can tell a damn good story. And when I got to Jersey, it was great to see my family but also great to see my black lab puppy, Rebel!  How did he survive 24 hours without me?

Monday, October 21, 2019

Today at the Gym

I was at the gym today and had just got done doing some bent bar squats and hack squats and was walking up the steps to the second floor to ride the exercise bike. Three young ladies, I'm guessing that they were between 20-25 years old, came into the gym. They seemed like relative beginners to me, and they seemed very happy to be there. They probably had a program off of the Internet or that a trainer had written them, and they all went over to the lat pull machine and started performing front lat pulls.   I was watching them and I thought, isn't that great? Isn't it great that they are all together, and are all just getting into it?

They have so much to look forward to in this weight training lifestyle that they are beginning. They are probably injury free and can pick and choose any exercise in the gym to perform without pain. They will experience that deep muscle soreness that they haven't experienced before and they will wear that soreness like a badge of honor. How do your legs feel? Mine are smoked! They will wake up in the morning and feel the muscles that they worked the day before, and the muscles will feel harder. Weight training transforms you and they are discovering that magic. They will get up and look in the mirror and see the roundness in their muscles that they haven't seen before. They will start reading about what to eat to gain muscle and what supplements that help keep them healthy and on the right path to gaining strength and muscle. 

They are going to have to wade through all of the bull crap that is out there, the marketing schemes from the food industry and the supplement industry, and from the "know it alls" in the gym (usually weak men or men in matching sweat suit outfits), who feel the need to tell them what they are doing wrong.

But here is the key: As long as they keep training, the consistency of going to the gym and not missing workouts and at least getting their protein in, they will succeed. 

Because it's simple if you really break it down: Get your ass to the gym and work very hard and you will transform yourself even if you make mistakes along the way. 

When I was done with the bike, the girls were still working. They were encouraging each other and pushing each other to get another rep.They were working hard and having a good time doing it. 

I was envious of them because they had all this great stuff to look forward to and I was also so pleased that that they had started a lifestyle that they could continue forever. They were now a part of the "secret club" of weight training, and whether they realize it or not, had discovered one of the essential ingredients to a healthy life. 

Thursday, October 17, 2019

Book Excerpt

This is a short excerpt from a book that I have been working on about a young graduate assistant college football coach in the late eighties.

“That damn sound, good lord, what is that sound?”

 “Get up, honey, it's the alarm clock."

"Let me sleep."

"Time to get up, you are going to be late.” 

I open my eyes and see my girlfriend, Sadie, kneeling on the bed, looking at me. 

“Goddam," I say, "what time is it?”

 “Its 8:45, your staff meeting starts in 15 minutes.”

“ Motherfucker! How come you didn't you wake me up?”

“ I tried," she shoots back, in her wonderful southern drawl, "but your lazy ass wouldn't get up.”

“ OK, OK,” I say, and get to my feet. 

My head feels like it got run over by a tank, and my mouth tastes like a goat took a shit in it.

 “I have goat shit mouth.” 

“What was that?” 

“Nothing.”

I brush my teeth and spend extra time on my tongue, brushing away the white film that has accumulated on it. I put on copious amounts of deodorant since I can never tell if I stink or not. Sadie tells me when I do and I’m always surprised.  I pull on a pair of black polyester coaching shorts that seem just a little short to me, but that's the way everyone wears them these days. I do have some muscular legs, so the girls can see my thighs with these shorts on. I can be a little narcissistic at times.

I pull on a collared shirt that is way too small , but my asshole boss didn’t order any 2xl, so I'm stuck with this XL for the time being. 

“Have you seen my keys?” I ask, while gobbling down three ibuprofen and a glass of water. 

“Probably in your pants pocket.”

“Have you seen my pants?”

“They are on the floor in the living room.”

And there were my Wrangler blue jeans right in the middle of the floor of the living room, right where I must have taken them off last night. In fact, I believe that I slept right next to those jeans for most of the night and then got up at some point during the night and got in bed with Sadie. I grab my keys and wallet out of the pants, toss them back on the floor and I'm out the door. Sadie yells to me that she loves me.

“See you later, love you too.” I say, knowing that I don't really love her and I'm just saying that so later she won't ask me why I didn't tell her that I loved her too and she will make a big deal about having sex with me when I really want it because I didn't say that I love her, so it will all be a big pain in the ass, and since all I really want out of this relationship is the sex, I make sure that I tell her that I love her, too. I'm no dummy. 

I make it to the football field house right at 8:57 am. I'm rushing into the meeting and on the way, I  run by a mirror in the hallway and I see myself and stop. Man, I look rough. My face is all bloated and my eyes are bloodshot and damn if I don't look like I went on a bender last night. Which I did.

I walk into the conference room and find my seat at the table. All the other coaches are already there. I'm right on time, but in the college football world, on time is late. “Nice of you to join us,” says the head coach, Rankin Brooks. “Right on time, Coach,'' I say with a smile. He doesn't smile back. Fuck that motherfucker, I say to myself. 

My fellow graduate assistant coach, Johnny, kicks me under the desk, just to mess with me.I mouth the words, “fuck you” to him and then look real quick at the head coach to see if he noticed. He hadn't. He was looking down at his notebook, pretending to know something about anything.  “Let's go over the practice plan,” he says, and we go over the practice plan, even though we went over the practice plan in the meeting that we had after practice last night. 

“ Just want to see if we need to change anything,” he says.

Everybody is silent, because they all know that this is a huge waste of time and that the head coach is trying to justify his job by having these long meetings so that he can tell the athletic director and the press that he had a two hour staff meeting today and it was so fruitful but whew it was long and that they got a lot of work done in preparation for the tough team that they have to play this week. The team that we are playing isn't very tough at all, but all head coaches have to say that about the upcoming opponent. We are pretty good, and we will kill this team if we play well, which isn't always the case. Sometimes we show up ready to play, sometimes we don't.

Also, the head coach is concerned with a couple of defensive linemen who aren't “earning their money,” which means that the players in question aren't doing enough to help us on the field to keep their scholarships. So once in a while, he will tell one of the coaches “ I want his money.” The players in question are two defensive linemen who are red shirt freshman, both with a lot of talent but just haven't been getting it done enough to break into the starting or even second team lineup. Brooks decided that he wants them both to be tested to see if one of them steps up. “ I want their money, Coach.” 

He tells me this and I know what I am expected to do. He can't just take their money from them, legally. They have to give it up themselves, they have to quit. My job is to run drills designed to make one of them step up or leave. And honestly, I don't mind doing it, especially with these two. They do need to decide if they want to be part of us or to just be a regular student; content to party, study and enjoy the student experience. The drills can be brutal in the North Carolina heat. I run double team drills at both of them, full speed drills with two of my other players attempting to blow them off of the ball. And we go one play after the other with no rest. One of the players, Donny, starts to cry when he gets run over a few times in a row and he lies on the ground. “Get up, you ain't gonna make it if you don't get up,” I yell. And he does, and he's unsteady on his feet. But this time, when he gets down into his stance, he’s angry, He lets out a war whoop of some sort and fires off of the ball at the man across from him, putting both fists under his chin and knocking the player on his ass. The second player tries to block him also, but Donny picks him up and slams him on his back. Not exactly football legal, but I like the enthusiasm. "Now that's what the fuck I am talking about!”, I exclaim.

All About Being a Lifer

What's a Lifer? Someone who isn't in to something for just a day, a month, a year...it's for life. Whether its training or your family or your job...it doesn't matter. You work at it, you build on it, you see the big picture . You don't miss workouts because it means something to you. You are like a Shakespearean actor- no matter what is going on in your life, you block it out when it's time to train. You walk into the weight room and all else disappears. Worry about it later.