There are lots of times, when you're a Big Time Journalist (so we fantasize) where you wonder -- three nanoseconds after you hit the send button -- should I have said that? For example, last night I said about Scott Sonnon "He theorizes too much, and yaps around the subject like a Pomeranian with a boner." Well now . . .
Imagine my surprise when I received, today's date, an official looking email entitled "A Pomeranian with a Boner." 'Great, I thought. Here we go!'
Here's what the email said:
I was just sent your blog post. That was some hilarity. Thanks for the chuckles, and the props for CST and the Clubbell.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
V/R,Scott Sonnon
(Gulp!)
You bet, Coach! And just so you know we can make fun of ourselves around here, I want you to know I am going through the Intu-Flo routines, and most assuredly resemble a Belgian Baker with an inner tube stuck to his ass!
That is a man's man, boys. America used to be filled with that kind. A gentlemen with muskles. We need more.
Having said that, I believe Sonnon has done three things:
1) Rescued resistance training from stupidity;
2) Introduced a ancient form of warrior training to a 21st Century audience; and
3) Read my blog.
A True Washington Rebel! Our highest respect to Scott Sonnon!
P.S. I stand by criticism that what you have to offer is somewhat inaccessible to those of us who forsake gobbledygook whenever possible. What I'd really like to see is a '1-2-3 this is what you do, you see' for us Belgian Baker types.
My two bits.
Thanks for writing, Coach!
High school friend KD adds:
[I]f anyone ever told me they'd shaken hands with [Sonnon] and not felt like something profoundly human had happened... well... I'd have to wonder about them.







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