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We received an e-mail yesterday morning from our Athletic Director for this weekend asking if we could give a little demo in the morning for the upcoming Wisconsin Highland Games. I say of course (and tell Bigg about it later;) and ask for details. When I was told to just come on down and meet around 6:30, I thought uhhhhh, A.M??? Ugh. Morning tv. Hokay sure.

Even though it was very early and we woke up late so didn’t have time to stop for coffee, it was a blast. We brought some of our gear and grabbed a caber from the storage shed. Getting in around 10 caber toss’ before 7am was actually pretty cool. Matt did an awesome job with host, Chip Brewster (is that his real name? I have no idea, I don’t watch morning news) going through the 56# weight for distance throw. I thought ‘ol Chip was going to forget to release and take a ride with the weight but seemed to remember at the last second. He and Matt had a great rapport and the spot went flawlessly. Here’s the video.

Since there were other event coordinators that showed up, I got to FINALLY have some fun with the battle Ax’s. I’ve seen these guys year after year and never had the chance to go throw so I took advantage of down time this morning and got some quick lessons from Jenny (who in turn threw the 21# weight for distance and attempted to pick the caber in full skirts. Jennie is awesome.) It took a bit but I finally found my groove and on one toss, hit the handle of another Ax. I was quite impressed with myself.

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From there, we got to watch Chip have high tea with Mary, Queen of Scots and one of her ladies in waiting. Now, I’ve seen plenty of pictures of our Texan Belle Brittney Boswell in these outfits but have never seen them live. The Queen was in good spirits this morning and gave me some history on herself. For instance, did you know that Mary, Queen of Scots was a huge sports fan? In fact, she would dress as a commoner to be able to participate in sports without being known. I thought that was pretty cool. So we made plans for the Queen to visit the field at some point and I’ll prep the athletes to make sure we give a proper bow to her. Heh.

OH! We also found out that Matt’s picture was being used on all of the Promo materials, including a digital Billboard off Hwy 94. Hilarious. They gave us a printout of it…

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We’re going to grab some beer and chips later and just go sit on the side of the highway and watch a supersized Bigg click on every 8 seconds. Cuz that sounds fun.

Overall it was a very fun morning. To be able to hang a little bit with others from the Games that we don’t get to visit since we’re on the field all day was a huge treasure. We also had Haggis and were told where we can get Haggis pasties. Let me say that again. Haggis. Pasties. We know what’s for dinner tonight. Giddyup.

We’re thankful to finish the summer throwing right here in our backyard. Waking up and driving 15 minutes to a Games, especially one of this size with a throwing group that includes Craig Smith and the Burchett boys to name just a few is a treat. Promoting the Games was lots of fun, but I think I’ll stick to my day job. I was too nervous for that television stuff.

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Me & Chip Brewster. SRSLY, is that his real name?

Every man’s life is a fairy tale written by God’s fingers.

Hans Christian Andersen

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Monday Bacon: Pink Ladies

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This past weekend was Jane and Jason Clevenger’s Throwing for the Cure Highland Games in Cherry Valley, Il. This was our second year attending and Matt’s first year throwing. The Games is part of the Cherry Valley days festival and a huge fundraiser for Jane’s cancer walk. This weekend alone put her over $4,400 donated, amazing. Last year, we had to bolt before the last Caber toss to get back home as the Bigg guy was flying out early the next morning for work. Bummer. THIS year we got to hang out until the end which was good cuz the rain delays pushed the events later than planned.

Oh well. Rain. If your season goes so smooth that you don’t get to throw at least once in snow and rain it’s boring. Rain? Pffffffttt…

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Prior to the heavens opening up, we were able to get a great group pic. This year’s T-shirts really stood out and our very own graphic designer, Mike Pearce, drew up a new logo for the event and the Pink shirts turned out awesome. You could spot a thrower from far afar (I meant to say that.) I dare you to show me a better group pic. Really.

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Jason added a Women’s Masters class this year which is MUCH appreciated! Truth be told, it gets tough throwing against these 20 something whipper snapper former D1 track and field ladies. In reality though, throwing with the likes of Katie, Alissa, Candice, Topaz, and Victoria  is a gift. I always walk away a better thrower when I’m with this group and they’ve become our Highland/Summer fmaily. Add in the coaching and great attitudes of Master throwers Sue and Ruth and our new friends Katie and Annie all the way from the eastern seaboard and you have a group of Pink Ladies that kick ass even over Rizzo and her gang (but I still want a Pink Ladies satin jacket. True story.)

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Annie is a two-time breast cancer survivor so having her with us, in our group throwing heavy stuff in the rain was not only an honor, but a complete inspiration.

ALSO, part of the day includes a silent auction with items donated that range from a Coach clutch to a new pair of Weightlifting shoes. We hit that hard last year but had to cut ourselves off this year to save funds for our Scotland trip coming up in two weeks. But Oooooo, it was hard. Tables of our very favorite things in life right there for the grabbing. Damn budgets.

Thanks so much to Jason, Jane, Jasmine and all the helpers who put on a great day. No, the rain didn’t ruin it. Not even a little bit. Cuz Highland Games athletes are made of tougher stuff. True story. If you’re anywhere in the vicinity of this one next year, we can’t recommend it enough!

The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Jane & Jason, we all heart you two:)

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Friday Jams: Teachers, Leave Them Kids Alone

I was in 6th grade when Pink Floyd’s The Wall was released. My older brother was in 8th grade. The perfect age to gravitate towards musical resistance to the man. It was a life changer for Jerry. He bought his first high end stereo and turntable with his own money which I guess gave him the right to blast the album. I loved it. I remember him bringing my Uncle Dennis downstairs on one of our evenings together to listen “Mother” on the album. ‘Mother do you think you’ll drop the bomb.’ This song spoke to him for some reason, dunno why. I should ask him some day.

Anyways.

Matt and I were talking the other day about an episode of Law & Order I had on as I was getting ready to leave to pick him up from the Airport. The Ice guy (I can never remember if it’s Ice T or Ice Cube. I’m such a square) was offering some little kid a donut and when the mum freaked out and confronted him about offering her kid a donut he dug right in and was cop asshole. “Why SHOULDN’T I offer him a donut” Ice man came back with. Uhhhhhh, cuz it’s not your place dickhead to give my kid sugar. Duh.

Which led to the discussion of kids going back to school in the next week or two. Ahhhhh, school. Where teachers teach you right from kinder care that food is related to rewards. Be a good boy Johnny and I’ll reward you with sugar. Do your spelling words little Annie and you’ll get a cookie at the end of the week. Food=job well done. If you don’t get the sugar, you’ve failed. Think I’m exaggerating? Ask adults why they think food=emotion/reward and the majority will trace it back to their childhood.

What happens when I tell someone (who asks by the way) that they need to give up the sugar for a while and they will honest to god believe I am punishing them. It is quite common to hear responses such as: “Well I NEED something sugary each day or I won’t make it.” Uhhhhh, NEED? You NEED water and oxygen. You’ve been CONDITIONED to believe that you need sugar. True story.

Now, I am not anti-sugar. Obviously, I’m Hawaiian. Ever see this commercial?

I grew up with this believing, of course, that since I actually WAS Hawaiian, I had some special bond to sugar. Cuz that’s what the commercial said and it had a Uke playing in the background. (To this day I buy C&H, marketing at it’s finest.) Anywhooo. I’m not anti-sugar. Just this morning the big guy ran and bought some Cranky Al’s donuts for the crew.

But a donut isn’t a reward. It’s just a sometimes treat. If we had them every day they wouldn’t be a treat. They’d be the chicken and broccoli and pasta I had for breakfast. Everyday food that actually fuels us. A Cranky Al’s Crueller? A treat. We like treats. But they’re not rewards. Food has nothing to do with rewards, these do…

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Gold, Silver, or Bronze. Medals. Rewards for hard work. These things are valued. If they weren’t, the Olympics wouldn’t be a big deal. Duh. Sugary treats provided by teachers that are probably either skinny fat or just plain fat aren’t rewards. It’s them passing on their shitty food relationship to your kids. Why is this acceptable? Why in the world do you guys put up with this crap?

Cuz if you didn’t, your kid would be the only one in the class who wouldn’t get the sugary treat and then they would FEEL bad. Food and feelings. Raising yet another mindless generation of folks with crappy relationships with food. Goodie.

Did you KNOW you have a say in what goes on at school? Did you KNOW that you can tell the teacher that you don’t believe food has anything to do with rewards and you don’t want your kid being brainwashed by them thinking it does? Too hard?

That’s okay. Fitting in is important. It gets you here:

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And then they get on tv. Score.

Think I’m harsh? (Lots do.) Think I’m wrong? (I’m not.) Think a crappy relationship with food built in childhood can be easily outgrown?

Think again.

 Obesity is, well, bad.

Emily Levine

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38

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These immigrants are probably just a little older than 38. Too bad they didn’t have the FB to bitch and moan about how hard it was to leave their home country, settle in a new one not speaking the language and building a life for themselves and their families and aging in the process.

It is a weekly occurrence when I pass over some silly person in their 30’s complaining about how old they feel. It is annoying enough for me to comment on, cuz, ya know…if I were in my 30’s I’d be storming castles and leaving a trail of dead in my wake. (**Writing ramped up for dramatical effect.)

Today’s inspirational came from some 38 year old dude I don’t know that was complaining about how destroyed his back is after so many years of squatting. First off, you’re 38. Even if you started squatting heavy before you were 18 (most likely squatting like a dickhead if you were taught form by your local high school football “coach”) you only have 20 years or so under the bar. That’s actually not a very long time. 20 years. See, when good S&C coaches teach someone to lift, we have the intentions that they’ll be lifting into their 80’s…or so. 60 years. 60 years is a long time to squat. And these folks will actually be feeling BETTER instead of used up at 38.

Second of all, if you hurt so bad from squats that you need to complain on the FB like a teenage girl or some attention whoring ice bucket dumper (don’t even get me started on that shit), then you’re either A) bone diseased in some way in which case you need to adjust your programming or 2. squatting like a dickhead. Obviously. Duh. But you’re a big strong guy so it couldn’t possibly be the fact that your form is atrocious. It couldn’t possibly be beneficial to go back to the basics and relearn a proper squat, right? (And no, I’m not talking about high bar/low bar. Good lord that argument is so fucking boring that I can’t believe people still argue it. I’d write about how boring it is but I’d be too bored when I’m writing. True story.)

Squats don’t hurt. Unless you’re at a meet and a girl and squatting 670 pounds at 168 pounds. Then it probably hurt a little. But  it’s at a meet. And you’re a girl. (Another boring as fok argument, geared v. raw. BORING! My girl Shawna put 670 pounds on her back…bent her knees and squatted down…then came back up. You squat 515 raw and that makes you better? No dick, it doesn’t.)

Anyways.

Shawna had a right to bitch about being sore. Oh, but she didn’t. She talked about how pumped she was for her best squat ever. But see, she’s in her 40’s so is beyond the “I’m in my 30’s and sooooo sore that I have to bitch and moan about it” phase.  (By the way, Congratulations Shawna!  You’re amazing!)

I think maybe if you ride bulls for 8 seconds you get to complain about how sore you are if you actually make it to your 30’s and are still riding. (I also think you’re crazy but that’s another post.) I think if  you’re a stunt man/woman you get to complain. I never see these guys complain but I think they’ve chosen paths that make you hurt, all the time.

Squatting? In your 30’s? STFU. Just stop and become another ‘merican couch potato cuz if you hurt this bad at 38? Just wait until 48…and 58…and 68. But maybe by then you’ll outgrow your need to attention whore about stupid stuff and just be thankful that you’re still squatting and contributing to society.

Maybe.

When I was a boy the Dead Sea was only sick.

George Burns

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