Kon Disch GETS HUGE on Thursday!!!
Play of the day goes to Mr. Street Clothes, who demonstrated why slippers are called slippers--by slipping on the treadmill and getting ground up in the sharp gears.
A few RUGGED Dischers outlifted the JV Wrestling Squad, the JVB Hockey Team, and Escobar's crew. Above is an action shot of one of the fellows mid-lift. Twenty reps and it's a wrap.
Near mutiny by the OUTDOOR-MINDED crew results in consensus to play outside every day except when the basketball courts are open early. No more weight room, they demand. No more fitness center. It smells in there. Like sweat. It's loud in there. Like painful top-forty TRASH. Anyway, hugeness is for pretty boy posers. True strength and grit come from facing the enemy on the field, regardless of weather conditions. Bring on the Nor'easter, what we say!
Come hail or hurricane, we'll be outside from now on. "Just wear a hat and a jacket," says more than one Discher.
Also, thinking about MOUNTAIN BIKING. Those with bikes should bring them. Those with none should line some up for to borrow. Need helmets and probably some lights, too. Could be sweet, though, back behind the ole WAVE on the abandoned railroad tracks.
We will have to think about the hunters though--tis the season for shotgunning pretty quick here; wouldn't want one of the fellows to get mistook for a deer and shot off his ride.
Up in Vermont, they're a bit scornful of these downcountry hunters--"Massachusetts Flatlanders" they call them--and everyone's got his story of one who thinks he shot a bear only to find out it's a dairy calf.
Will proceed with caution.
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