There is no question who my current favorite athlete (or "sports figure") is: Warren Wallace.
Why? Because Warren Wallace is made of lightning.
Book Review
I received a pretty good response on my review of The Coming China Wars (including an email from the book's author who told me that I was a, "Funny dude.")
So I've decided to start writing about what I'm reading. I figure it will be an interesting exercise, because despite reading fewer books than many, I tend to read in a pretty broad range. Smut fiction, revolutionary history, sports, religious interpretation...and my current obsession: drug-based organized crime.
In fact...I hope that you're all primed for some reviews about criminals with drug-related criminal records. I went to Barnes and Noble the other day and found my new mecca: The True Crime section. My friend Pete gets aroused in this section because there are more detailed accounts of murders than any other place on the planet.
I'm not a huge serial-killer advocate--but I did find three phenomenal-looking books on the drug-trade.
The first you will have heard of...sort of...
Blow, by Bruce Porter, is the book that was turned into the phenomenal movie starring Penelope Cruz and the guy who played Edward Scissorhands.
A lot of people question whether you can really follow a book after you've seen the movie. I'll put it this way: I started it Monday after work and am on page 150...
But I digest...
The book reviews will hopefully be fair. I've found that people recommend books the way that they recommend getting married: "Oh--it's great--I love it. You should totally try it out...PLEASE TRY IT OUT!!!!!!!!!" They are so miserable because of the experience that they want someone to join them in their misery.
I'll try to avoid that.
Song-selection...
I have been trying to avoid using my IPOD in the gym because I saw on the news that it is a very anti-social behavior.
But I've remembered why I started wearing it: the music at 24 Hour Fitness.
This morning I heard a dance-mix of "I'll Be Ready" (the Baywatch Song).
Let me repeat that...
I heard a dance mix of I'll Be Ready.
People didn't know whether to run on the treadmill in slow-motion or start swallowing a handful of Ecstasy.
But I'm going to try to stick with it.
From the Arnolds
Sorry today's blog is so short...I put in a couple hours on the Kent blog and had to actually eat and sleep yesterday night...but here is an email I received the other day. I've removed all of the names, but I'm 98% confident it is still going to get me in trouble...oh well...here goes:
The following is "Jim" in a nutshell -
During the summer between 02-03 school year, Jim decided he needed to step it up on the football field.
So he decided to take steroids.
If you’re scratching your head right now then you get it. In Jim’s mind, it wasn’t the fact that he weighed in at nearly 300 lbs and was all of 5’11” that was slowing him down. It wasn’t the fact that he was grossly out of shape. No. It was the fact that he wasn’t big enough that was holding him back.
Steroids, not exercise, was his answer.
Furthermore, he took steroids all summer long and hit the gym 2-3 times a week tops. All the while making comments about how he had put on muscle mass and was “getting ripped”.
We could hear him getting fatter…
Anyway, training camp comes and good ol’ Coach wants to see who has kept in shape so we started running 100 yard sprints. Guess who collapsed in a sweaty f***ing heap no more than halfway through? It wasn’t "Ed" I can tell you that much.
Anyone dumb enough to take steroids and NOT work out all the while claiming that he has turned into some sort of super sexy slim freak is a f***ing idiot and deserves a coathanger to the back of the skull.
In short, I am not a fan either.
I can't follow that...so please submit some questions, comments and suggestions to mcflyblogs@gmail.com
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