“STEP INTO THE OCTAGON!!” my young nephew exclaimed has his stepped into the wading pool set up on my parent’s deck as he thrust his arms into the air victoriously.
“What is all that about?” my sweet sister in law asked us, as we all laughed at my nephew’s declaration. “probably some star wars thing or something.” My cagey brother replied.
My sweet sister in law nodded accepting my brother’s logic.
My gut was that my young nephew was clearly making a reference to Mixed Martial Arts or MMA as it’s rabid fans refer to it. I have to admit that coming from a wrestling family, I have found myself lured into watching a match or two. I enjoy the ground game, and physicality of the sport, but I’ll also admit the ground and pound stuff kinda makes me sick. The often bloody display is nothing short of barbaric from my standpoint. After watching a match or a part of a match, usually a brief stop on a channel surfing voyage, I feel as though somehow my humanity has been lowered a bit. You know like how you feel after watching a little Jerry Springer, Cheaters or porn.
“STEP INTO THE OCTAGON!” my young nephew repeated as the kids, who had been bombing around the back yard charged back to the kiddie pool to refresh on this hot summer’s day. We all kind of laughed at his action, it was really funny. We sipped our drinks, and watched the kids play some more, when out of nowhere my young nephew jumped on my parent’s dog, wrapping his arms around him, and yelling “NAKED REAR CHOKE LOCK!” We almost spit out drinks out as we grabbed him up off of the dog, in amazement. We tended to the family dog, making sure he was in fine order. My sweet sister in law, made sure her son would never utter the words “naked rear choke lock” or try such a hold on a pet or anyone again. After he walked away, we burst into laughter. Perhaps inappropriate, with the realization that no one was hurt, it was damn funny to witness.
I have to admit I remembered a time in my own youth were I leapt from the picnic table onto my younger brother sitting in our kiddie pool, on the same deck, yelling “JIMMY SUPERFLY SNUKA!!” it must be in the genes I tell you, in the genes.
Got together with the boys last night for a little ride. It was the first Thursday night Re-Todd ride I had done this year. The group was stacked: Todd, Buddy t. Kegbreaker, Peaches, BL Rich, Jeb, Wes T. Conqueror, Kurtee, Leo, Randall, a couple of other fellas and myself. Wes and I were running late and had to team time trial over to the ride. I pretty much blew my wad in that first 15 minute effort. The rest of the night was spent hanging on for dear life, as we twisted our way around the fine trails of the Fairhill Nature Center. Todd set as solid of a pace as I can remember in a very long time. I heard something like 12.5 average being thrown around after the better part of a two hour jaunt. The trails were superhero fast. The trails had Superhero traction.
Superhero fast + Superhero traction = Superhero fun.
Peaches and I were talking about my time trail position, and he shared with me that he was working on a new mountain bike position himself.
Graham Obee has the superman position. Peaches has the Invader position. Beautiful.
I’m gonna go put a cheeseburger in a naked rear choke lock now.
Respect.
faticus
“What is all that about?” my sweet sister in law asked us, as we all laughed at my nephew’s declaration. “probably some star wars thing or something.” My cagey brother replied.
My sweet sister in law nodded accepting my brother’s logic.
My gut was that my young nephew was clearly making a reference to Mixed Martial Arts or MMA as it’s rabid fans refer to it. I have to admit that coming from a wrestling family, I have found myself lured into watching a match or two. I enjoy the ground game, and physicality of the sport, but I’ll also admit the ground and pound stuff kinda makes me sick. The often bloody display is nothing short of barbaric from my standpoint. After watching a match or a part of a match, usually a brief stop on a channel surfing voyage, I feel as though somehow my humanity has been lowered a bit. You know like how you feel after watching a little Jerry Springer, Cheaters or porn.“STEP INTO THE OCTAGON!” my young nephew repeated as the kids, who had been bombing around the back yard charged back to the kiddie pool to refresh on this hot summer’s day. We all kind of laughed at his action, it was really funny. We sipped our drinks, and watched the kids play some more, when out of nowhere my young nephew jumped on my parent’s dog, wrapping his arms around him, and yelling “NAKED REAR CHOKE LOCK!” We almost spit out drinks out as we grabbed him up off of the dog, in amazement. We tended to the family dog, making sure he was in fine order. My sweet sister in law, made sure her son would never utter the words “naked rear choke lock” or try such a hold on a pet or anyone again. After he walked away, we burst into laughter. Perhaps inappropriate, with the realization that no one was hurt, it was damn funny to witness.
I have to admit I remembered a time in my own youth were I leapt from the picnic table onto my younger brother sitting in our kiddie pool, on the same deck, yelling “JIMMY SUPERFLY SNUKA!!” it must be in the genes I tell you, in the genes.
Got together with the boys last night for a little ride. It was the first Thursday night Re-Todd ride I had done this year. The group was stacked: Todd, Buddy t. Kegbreaker, Peaches, BL Rich, Jeb, Wes T. Conqueror, Kurtee, Leo, Randall, a couple of other fellas and myself. Wes and I were running late and had to team time trial over to the ride. I pretty much blew my wad in that first 15 minute effort. The rest of the night was spent hanging on for dear life, as we twisted our way around the fine trails of the Fairhill Nature Center. Todd set as solid of a pace as I can remember in a very long time. I heard something like 12.5 average being thrown around after the better part of a two hour jaunt. The trails were superhero fast. The trails had Superhero traction.
Superhero fast + Superhero traction = Superhero fun.
Peaches and I were talking about my time trail position, and he shared with me that he was working on a new mountain bike position himself.
Graham Obee has the superman position. Peaches has the Invader position. Beautiful.
I’m gonna go put a cheeseburger in a naked rear choke lock now.
Respect.
faticus
3 comments:
Every cyclist secretly wants to be a superhero. It's the lycra, yea?
Darc! For some reason I can't help but think that this nephew of yours must be getting influence from someone like yourself! Keep on rockin bro!
So I had to get the element so we could be teammates for life, but check out my blog and check out the new wheels.
Marc,
Thanks for the offer on the cross bike! That was really nice! I can't bring myself to part with it though--I took that post down:)
-E
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