Yeah, I’m that guy…
At this moment, I am sitting in the Delta Crowne Room sipping a Maker’s Mark and working on my next book(s). Today, we had the annual St. Patrick’s Parade and Tiff always jokes that I am running for mayor here. I have former students who ask about things that happened thirty years ago, current students who ask about track practice, friends, neighbors…well, everybody.
Halfway through, I get an urgent tap from Father Carley and we rush out in a snow storm to save kegs of Guiness from evil and I end up wheeling several kegs through wall to wall humanity. I get several “Hey Danny!s” as I drag the stuff through.
That’s why we lift weights. We lift weights so that when the time steps up to move kegs, we are at the ready. We are a noble brother and sisterhood, ready at any time to rally up and move kegs. Or whatever.
Off to Sunnyvale. It’s going to be another busy weekend.
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March 13, 2010
A noble use of strength indeed. Guinness should never be subjected to such abuse. Thanks for the chuckle and the validation that being strong is often necessary for the fun to go on. Have a great weekend in Sunnyvale.
March 13, 2010
Sláinte!
Sounds like a well celebrated St. Paddys, and a noble use of contractile tissue (not to mention an excellent way to work up a thirst.)
Looking forward to the new book(s).
March 13, 2010
It never fails to make me smile when (and this happens way to often) when I’m helping someone move furniture or shovel 3 feet of snow out of their driveway and they say “oh, I guess that’s why you lift weights”. Having too much time on your hands, a pick up truck, and being strong is a triple threat…
March 14, 2010
I Danny, you’re a fine man indeed! Like me dear, sainted Granny useta say “Guinness, it’s not just for breakfast anymore.”
March 15, 2010
You had me at Makers Mark