You know the man was good at his job when a middle aged woman remembers him from her childhood.
R.I.P. Deacon Jones
A school without football is in danger of deteriorating into a medieval study hall.
Vince Lombardi
You know the man was good at his job when a middle aged woman remembers him from her childhood.
R.I.P. Deacon Jones
A school without football is in danger of deteriorating into a medieval study hall.
Vince Lombardi
An interesting conversation went down last spring while we were shoveling roasted reindeer into our bellies after the last session of the Iceman contest in Ruka, Finlandia. One of the younger Strongman was bemoaning that his deadlift hasn’t gone up for quite some time and what should he do? J.F. Caron, Canadia’s Strongest man and one of the strongest deadlifters around, without missing a beat of the fork filled rudolph meat says, “Squat.” Again, the youngster stated that he hasn’t really seen a transfer of a big squat to a bigger deadlift. Between MY reindeer feast bite and a sip of Karhu beer I say, “Then you’re not squatting right.” Huh? youngster says.
Me again (J.F. was in mid chew), “Yes. Put the bar lower on your back and bend over more when you squat.” That was met with kind pessimism until J.F. was finished chewing and said ‘Ya, she’s right. You need stronger ‘Ahmstrings’ (Hamstrings for those who don’t speak Quebec’n english.) Ahhhhhhh…’Ahmstrings.

I am motivated to have strong ‘Ahmstrings. First off, I’m 46 and on my 40th birthday I remember a former friend telling me that I hope I’ve appreciated my nice legs because they’re about to go to shit. WHAT?!? I’ll fight that one as long as possible. I squat, heavy-ish for me and then back off sets for my legs. Also, leg strength is a perk for this throwing stuff, duh. I haven’t figured out how to use all of it but when I do, I’ll be fine. For example,
the Caber. I work my way down the log and when I feel my back is in good pulling position and my ‘Ahmstrings are fully loaded, I pick. A quick shout out this last weekend from one of the best, Katie Steingraeber (who has ‘Ahmstrings to the nth degree), to push my shoulder into the log made it that much better and my picks are feeling strong. I may not be all the way down to the ground to pick it but if I were, then I’d have to lower my ass to the point where my ‘Ahmstrings are now slack. Uhhhh, no thank you. The LAST thing I want to do is have loose ‘Ahmstrings and hope they tighten up while I’m picking the log without tearing. Which is the biggest motivator around for me, avoid injury. My pick feels good (push the shoulder in, that was key) and I’ll keep practicing what to do with it AFTER the pick. But slack my ‘Ahmstrings? Nope. Not gonna happen.
I’m going against conventional wisdom for a Caber pick but I’ll keep practicing and working out keeping the log straighter and hopefully turn more. Time will tell. In the mean time, I’ll keep pulling and squatting in a way that keeps my ‘Ahmstrings strong…and looking good…as long as I can.
This is the saddest moment of my life.
Ed White while re-entering his spacecraft after his space walk. The first American to walk in space.
Tina Turner, when she let’s loose she makes you feel the music to the depths of your soul. And if you don’t want to get up and dance, you’re dead inside…or need coffee. Just get some coffee, it’s Friday.
The Milwaukee Highland Games are this weekend so we’ll be throwing; friends arriving from far away places; and we have nearly 15 pounds of pork on the smoker. It’s off to a good start.
Enjoy the weekend.
I don’t believe in pessimism. If something doesn’t come up the way you want, forge ahead. If you think it’s going to rain, it will.
Clint Eastwood

What a world we live in. A world where technology has enabled us to renew friendships from the good ‘ol days; have a forum of like minded people in just about every topic imaginable (and then some); and a world where we can work from one location when the office is located half a world away. Progress. I guess.
It is also a world where we don’t have to fight face to face. And that’s a problem. My first experience with this was years ago while I was working as an Equipment buyer for a manufacturing company in Minnesota. We had Lotus Notes, lol. I worked alongside a big crew of Mechanical and Electrical engineers and quickly learned that these guys liked to go after each other through e-mails. WHAT??? Who does that? You guys live three cubicles away, go talk to each other. Nope! We need it on the public record that the Mechanical guys are always wrong and morons to boot (yes, Controls engineers are always right. Just ask ’em;)
Fast forward to now where we have those wonderful forums; facebook; and other avenues to spew our public record hate of others. Some keep it on a professional level; some tiptoe around the topic; some go for the jugular. Are any right? Is there a right time to publicly go after someone on the internet where the only thing on the line are differences of opinion? I honestly don’t know.
I think about what my Grandpa would say about this. He died at a very spry 96 and thought the wonders of the internet were quite amazing. But Grandpa was a hand to hand combat kinda guy. For realz. Growing up with his brothers in a Chicago orphanage; surviving polio; working through the depression types things kinda left an impression on my Grandpa. You mess with the bull, you get the horns. The man was not afraid of throwing a punch, if deserved.
But I wonder how he would feel about someone going on-line and beating him up there. Trashing his work or his character or (goD forbid) his wife. I have to believe that would require a face to face meeting. He would not go back on the internet, he’d get in the car and come for you. Believe me, even in his 70’s and beyond, my G’pa was a force to be reckoned with. I’d pass on that little confrontation.
I’ve made some comments on the FB that have certainly irked people. MyBad. Would I say it to their face if given the chance? Yup. But I didn’t have the chance so I spewed my opinion. I’ll need to watch this in the future. Not good. Grandpa wouldn’t like that.
Ultimately, who looks the fool? The attacked or the attacker? Lines get blurry pretty quick. Do we gain allies by publicly humiliating someone else? Maybe, but who wants those kinds of allies? If they turn on that guy, they’ll turn on you. Fact. But what if they started it? Please, if that’s the mindset, go back to pre-school. They’ve failed you.
Stand up for myself, face to face? Yup, that’s Grandpa approved.
No matter how much cats fight, there always seem to be plenty of kittens.
Abraham Lincoln