I walk around angry. Most of the time. It’s because of the fuckheads that ooze weakness all around me. More importantly, I’m irate because anger is the shit. It’s one of only two emotions I have. The other emotion: fuck yeah. Sometimes I’m not angry and I’m like, “fuck yeah”. When I’m angry, I’m also like, “fuck yeah”. Anger, for me, gets directed into focused and driven work. Destromination ensues.
Chuck motherfucking Bednarik of the Phildelphia Eagles. The guy who, in 1960, hospitalized Frank Gifford and made certain the New York Giants would be one less nancie wide receiver for over a year. Maybe you don’t give a fuck about an NFL history lesson. You don’t need to. Look at the guy’s hand (below) and see what kind of tough son of a bitch he is. Carry that attitude in your training. Anger and fuck yeah. If you approach the barbell like Bednarik approached the game of football, gravity will be scared of you.
But I don’t feel like talking about training this week. Tomorrow, “anger” temporarily takes a back seat to “fuck yeah” for me. It’s the only holiday worth a damn in the calender year. For those of my readers outside of the United States, lemme give you a lesson about the greatest and most beard-growing/pee-standing-up holiday in the world:
Thanksgiving is where men play tackle football, then get fucking wasted while watching National Football League games on television. Meanwhile, in a nearby kitchen, women cook food. “No, toots. I’m fucking not putting my plate in the sink when I’m done. The game is on, and that plate will sit there ’til I get hungry again. You look lovely, by the way.”
What a scam. Clink your glass of whiskey to a fellow bro tomorrow as you destrominate meat from a pathetic loser of a bird and watch games all… damned… day. Ladies – don’t get pissed. You get your revenge in what historians have deemed “the exact opposite of Thanksgiving”. It comes in the middle February and I have deemed it “the exact opposite of money well spent”.
Before I close and
mentally prepare buy a bottle of Jameson for the manliest holiday, let’s get back to anger. A bit of light reading for your weekend: http://joshsgarage.typepad.com/Crossfit_White_Papers_–_Timeline.html It doesn’t make me ‘angry’ or ‘fuck yeah’. But I know some of my readers will have some interesting things to say about it. Also because I get a chuckle out of watching my comment section turn into a Down Syndrome convention each week.
Thanks to Link Wilfley of CrossFit Broadway for contributing to this post.