The Carrying Combo:
One of my all-time favorite combos, featured somewhere in this video:
Hang Snatches/Full Cleans/Deadlifts – all with farmer’s walks in between. 2 barbells (a heavier one for the cleans) and a pair of loaded farmer’s walk handles. 6 reps of the snatches followed by 100 foot overhead walk, 6 reps of the cleans with a 100 foot racked position walk, 6 deads with the FW handles and then, of course, a 100 foot farmer’s walk. How many times in 10 minutes?
I’m a Racist
I’m racist. I hold judgment on an entire race of people, a whole nation that I deem, well, sort of ridiculous. Their practices include putting blind faith into mediocrity of performance and being as loud in voice and deed of a worship of a half-ass idol that couldn’t give a damn about these people. I pass judgment on this particular race as silly, although maybe they should be applauded in their dedication.
I am a racist, and my racism is directed at the entire Raider Nation. For anyone living in Northern California, you know of whom I speak. Vehement fans of a football team who haven’t won anything of note for years (placing 3rd from last, last, and 5th from last in the NFL in the 2007, 2006, 2005 seasons, respectively), but that doesn’t stop this loyal crew from putting the gaudiest collections of team paraphernalia on their cars and bodies, loudly proclaiming a greatness that simply doesn’t exist. This ‘nation’ consists simply of all the folks brought together in this delusion.
As all racism, mine is based in ignorance, I suppose. Is it the cool colors (black and grey do go with anything, after all)? Is it the dire need for something to take up all that free time? Now I don’t get sport obsessions in general, but this Raider Nation stumps my little brain into a pain I sometimes can’t endure. Maybe it all boils down to the word ‘fun,’ and I’m just too uncool to get it.
Chuck Klosterman could possible wax pithily about the over-zealousness of the fans compensating for the low-ranking status of the team within the NFL, perhaps a big car/small penis connection that I can’t quite see, so blinded am I by my confusion (and hatred for big stickers on cars). If I had my druthers and all my dreams came true, I’d be given a butt-load of ducats to film a documentary about sports fans, asking the questions that are only asked by pissed-off wives and therefore quickly discounted. The ‘why’ behind this particular brand of freak.
This documentary wouldn’t be solely about Raiders fans, but they’d get the most film time. How does one respond to the question “your team sucks yet you’ve plastered your car, house, body, child and MySpace page in team paraphernalia. Why?” I can’t imagine any answer that wouldn’t make Chomsky cry or make any Borat movie seem like high art.