“The story goes that in the bottom of the ninth inning with two outs, a full count and the tying run on base, Babe Ruth raised his arm and pointed to the center field bleachers. No one believed it, because no one had ever done it before. But the Babe was calling his shot.” – Scott Smalls
Stories like these are rare and are usually reserved for Hollywood storylines. But every now and again, we get a glimpse of a man who’s willing to put it all on the line. To do what it takes to win at all costs! Opportunities like these are a gift. A gift that gives us a chance to bear witness to this type of confidence, strength and determination. As luck would have it, one of those stories unfolded yesterday as one of our own set out to challenge fate. He goes by many names, but your all know him as Heist.
If you’re reading this and asking yourself, “Why would this write-up be about Heist if he wasn’t even there?” Lean in, Friend. And I’ll tell you a tale.
‘Twas a gloomy Tuesday afternoon. Rain had made its way through the area and clouds had done their best to cover up any sky that wanted to help brighten the day. Daylight savings time had made its presence know which presented an even sleepier feel than folks had grown used to. It’s safe to say that pulling any romance out of the gray and stagnant air seemed impossible. Yet, among us, there was one man that refused to let Mother Nature set the tone. One man that challenged Tuesday’s plan for mediocrity. One man…that would dare to step up to the plate with the chips stacked against him…and call his shot!
He let a few PAX members know that he wouldn’t be in attendance for Wednesday’s workout at the Green Mile. He’s a staple there so you may be asking yourself…
“Was he sick?” No, Sir.
“Was he out of town?” Negative.
“Did he have plans that he had already committed to?” That’s not it.
With wine bottles in his holsters, the man stared down the gloomy Tuesday monster and let YHC (and some other PAX members) know that against all odds, he was planning to have a romantic evening with his M that would go well into the night. Let’s gooooo!!!!! Best excuse in the book! Here’s to you, Heist.
WARMAMARA – Made a bunch of middle-school boner jokes while the PAX performed…SSH’s, Cherry Pickers, Imperial Walkers, Arm Circles and Shoulder Stretches. Finished up with some blue pill jokes.
The THANG – Hump Day Special!
COP #1 – Four Corners (Prostitute Style) – led by YHC
- Corner #1 – (10) J-Lo’s. Ask Warby for a demo.
- Corner #2 – (20) Monkey Humpers
- Corner #3 – (30) Alabama Prom Dates
- Corner #4 – (40) Pickle Pounders
COP #2 – Lil’ John’s aka 369’s – led by State Farm
- (3) Exercise followed by a sprint, (6) exercises followed by a sprint, (9) exercices followed by a sprint.
- Round 1 – Overhead Press
- Round 2 – Blockee’s
- Round 3 – Incline Merkins
COP #3 – Parking Lot Speed Dating – Partnered up for (3) rounds – led by State Farm
- Resistance band runs
- Booyah Merkins/Double-Pump Squats
- American Hammers
ANNOUNCEMENTS
- Friday, 11/22 – Gladiator-themed beatdown at Satan’s Hill led by Maximus Decimus “Wildcat” Meridius
- Sunday, 11/14 – Chili Cookoff at the the Rountry Clubhouse from 3-6
- Saturday, 11/30 – The Bridge. Hit up Hermey for deets
PRAYERS
- None brought to the table but the PAX was very thankful to spend some time together this morning and have the chance to just be a bunch of grown-boys.
“Remember, Kid, there’s heroes and there’s legends. Heroes get remembered, but legends never die. Follow your heart, Kid, and you’ll never go wrong.”
