The weight room run in

Okay so I haven't blogged for a couple of weeks. That is due to the lack of anything interesting to talk about. I have had a few people ask about what happened when I was working out and got into a little disagreement. So here is the story....Come along with me....

So I have been working out with my friend Chad for ohhh seven or eight months. We do stations and rotate through them four times at generally 10 reps per station. So at times we can make it not very accessible for others. We are fully aware of this and don't have any problems letting people use the things we are.

NOW... There is this one guy. I don't know his name, but we call him buttsweat. The name needs no explanation. Just, that there is a lot of it. He has bad etiquette. He will come in without asking and just use the machine or weights and not put them back how we had it set. He also likes to use things that we are using even though he can clearly do his pull ups or something somewhere else. Ohhh and he leaves his puddles of buttsweat on the benches.

So there is a little history. SO... Shoulders I believe was the workout on this day. I am rotating through the stations and everything is grand. Enter buttsweat. He did his normal I am doing my pull ups at this spot where you are instead of the other spot where nobody is. Okay cool, whatever man. So still doing our cycles at the stations and then buttsweat decides he is going to use the dumb bells for lunges and whatever his thing is. But he decides to do it right in front of the rack of weights. Not like...oh let me take a couple of steps away from the rack. No no, he was basically humping the rack. He was that close. So my friends are having to wait for this douche and go around him to put away the weights and pick them up. On top of that, Chad had to reach over the rack to grab a 55 because he couldn't get to it. I saw this from afar and decided yaaaa NO! I quickly get through my three stations to get to this guy. I get there and I have to move around him to use the weights. As I do, I say in a fairly nice tone..."Hey man, you might want to move away from the rack so the rest of us can get to the weights." Ignored. I kind of chuckle at that and go through my stations again. With me people?? So he is still dry humping the rack. I get back to him and he had his dumb bells perfectly set in front of him. Well, they were in my way. So I kicked them out of my way and got mine. So I finish our 4 rounds and Chad was setting up this sick burn I hate doing. Well I decide buttsweat must need another reminder of his location. So I say it again, this time not so nice. "Hey you need to move away from the rack. You are in every ones way." Here is where it gets good. As soon as I said that, the guy immediately looks at me and says "Oh you own this place?" Not expecting that response at all, I said "Um no. But you are working out right in front of the rack and you are in the way." He came back with yet again.."Oh that's right I forgot you own this place! YA YOU OWN THIS PLACE!" "Dude I am not trying to be an ass. I am just telling you that you are in the way." "You are being an ass. If you would have said please, I would have done it in the first place." Okay soooo. I didn't know I was in 1st grade wear we needed to use "please" to guys that love to grind the racks while he works out. But okay whatever. Then he said "Whats your name?" I said "You don't need to know my name!" Whats your name?" "Chris. Make sure you spell it right if you turn me in!" He followed it up with "Ya know what, ya know what?? FUCK YOU!!" At this point, Chad knew it was time to grab me and pull me away. Thank god for him or I would be out of a job. I finished it off with "Hey can you clean up your ass sweat you leave everywhere?"

So we did the burn and I frickin ran through that thing. Chad was kinda laughing because I was so amped up and I generally never finish this burn. So I go to shower and the dickwad decides to stair me down as I leave. Later, Chad tells me the guy went off on Chad about not cleaning up the weights. Chad didn't stand for that and let the guy know he wasn't the last one to use it. And don't ever talk to me like that again.

Okay people...ehhhhhhh.... I mean....is it okay that I wanted to break his arm? What I do know is, I haven't seen him in the weight room since. You know why? I do own that weight room!!! Now get the fuck out!!!

Peace!!!!

Why I love the game of baseball

Well its been since 1995 since my Cincinnati Reds have been in the playoffs. They have done it with nothing but talent. Nothing but the will to be the best that they can. They are not a top market like the Yankees or Boston. They don't go out and buy championships instead of grooming their farm system. They are doing it how it should be done. I am proud to be a Reds fan. I am proud that they are a mid level market team and playing just as well as the Yankees and other high paying teams.

Baseball is our national pastime. Its a treasure. Am I a connoisseur? Eh.... I know a lot. More that the average fan. I understand what is going on in managers minds when a hit and run is on. Why he did it in that situation. To me, it is an art to play the game. When the boys of summer are out there, I consider it The Louvre, The Guggenheim, etc. There is nothing like watching teammates that know each other so well turn a 6-4-3 double play. There is nothing like watching that elite pitcher take the mound knowing full well, that they can't touch him. There is nothing like watching the speed of a center fielder that plays shallow because when that ball gets in the air over him, that he can still get to it. Its my version of ballet. Its perfect.

Some of my most happy moments in life have come in the dugout. Baseball players are spazz's by nature. Also a bunch of dickheads. We will go out of our way to make someone look bad, play jokes on and point out personal flaws for some good laughs. One time their was a kid pitching and we joked that it looked like Michael Bolton out there on the mound. So what do I do when I get up....Well I started singing of course..."Tell me how am I suppose to live without you?" The times you have in the dugout are times that you cherish. You cherish the comradery, the laughter and the family you have all trying to succeed with the same goal...to win.

These men play with all their heart and determination like you have never seen. They get paid to play a game they use to play for free. They play with a passion for the game that is unmatched in any sport. That to me is art. That to me is why I love the game of baseball. That is why I love all baseball fans. True baseball fans. So don't come up to me with any kind of opinion on the playoffs unless you actually follow the game and have an understanding. Not because you have watched three playoff games and repeat what announcers tell you. Ya feel me?

So go Reds!!! Regardless of the outcome, I am so proud of them. The hunt for a Reds October begins this week.