Wingin’ it

The Wisconsin Highland Games are this weekend right up the road in Waukesha. I’ve been looking forward to this all summer as I wasn’t able to compete in a local Highland games the week I got here. It’s good to have insider information because the Heavy Athletics sign up hasn’t gone up. Apparently we don’t waste time with such formalities here and we just show up on the day of assuming the event is a go. We’ll just wing it, eh?

I had originally planned on competing both days but will only do Saturday’s now since one half of the 19 year old duo is coming Saturday afternoon and must be spoiled the rest of the weekend (those are the rules.) So Saturday (I’m told) are the Scottish events.  I already know that I struggle with throwing so the Open/Shot/Braemar stones will be practice. No surprises there. Someday I’ll find a throwing coach and maybe have a chance at this stuff.

The weight for distance and height should be okay. I haven’t done them in a while but hopefully some practice beforehand will allow me to work out the kinks.

Then there’s such things as Turning the Caber (above) and the Sheaf Toss.

Uhhhhhh, whatnow? I do what? With what? I have no idea what I’m doing and since the other half of tosabarbell is in Gibraltar, my coach will be the Oz man who will stay engaged as long as I keep him in mini-donuts and cheese curds. So…more wingin’ it. So many people were very helpful and kind at the Highlander last year, I’ll assume the same will happen here and it will all be fine. It’s geared up to be a very nice day and will be a lot of fun as long as I don’t poke someone’s eye out with this stuff.

At the very least, I’ll have some great pictures. Stay tuned.

Scottish by birth, British by law, a Highlander by the grace of God.

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The Rock

Bigg leaves tomorrow for Spain for his first international competition after his bicep tendon tear last summer. Returning to competition is cool. Doing it at the foot of the Rock of Gibraltar is totally cool. He’s feeling good and we’re heading out for a McBob’s (or two) to get him fed before the plane ride.

The promoters of Strongman Champions League do an outstanding job of getting pictures so keep an eye out for those afterwards. Also, our third favorite Hungarian, Akos Nagy, does a good job keeping his posts up on facebook during competitions so hopefully if Bigg can bribe him with goulash, I’ll be able to keep up on how he’s doing throughout the weekend.

If you think of it, send strong thoughts. Eh?

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Mom fail

First off, I don’t know anything about this Bieber kid. He may be very nice. I have no idea what he does, I’ve heard he sings but have never heard a song of his. I’ve heard he’s a heart-throb to young female teens but others say he’s a fag so that’s confusing. He’s a celebrity, I understand that.  And since the press decides who we admire, they’ve decided he’s it. For now.

In traditional fashion, they (the Press) also tell us what type of body shape we should admire. Yes, I know. Kate Moss’s ‘coke skinny’ has been all the rage for years. Since I never aspired to fit that mold, it never phased me. But J.H.M.F.C., when they say this:

…is an example of “Perfect Pecs”? It pisses me off.

You know who the ultimate “fail” award goes to in all of this? These stupid mothers who want to be their daughters best friends and find that adoring the body of a permanently pre-pubescent, low testosterone’d  (oops, I said the T word) “male” prevents their daughters from wanting to drop their pants for something like this:

…when they get older.  Because wouldn’t it be so cute if your daughter could share her boyfriend’s jeans when they get to that stage? Awwww…they’re both a size six. Precious.

Fuck that. Newsflash: men are big and strong. If they’re not, they’re lacking. Sorry (but really I’m not.) It’s a mothers job to put over a half gallon of whole milk; a pound of bacon; and at least another pound or two of some other type of meat on the table each day. We celebrate our 12 year old’s reaching over 155 pounds and doing farmers carries in the driveway. Are we concerned about childhood obesity? Uhhhhh, no. Duh. Our boys train. And those of you with daughters? We instill now that our daughters will be independently strong and if they outsquat/outpress/outdeadlift any potential suitor, these silly boys better not show up at the front door until that’s fixed.

Period.

Now I’m crabby. So we need a cleanse…

Now I’m completely distracted. What where we talking about?

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Friday Jams

Waylon Jennings. Right on.

Enjoy the weekend.

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