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The TRUMP Card…or Shirt…

(..this isn’t gonna go over well…I’m just warnin’ ya…)

The 1st time I saw this guy at the gym wearing a nice, tight, stylish, cotton, ultra-sweat producing (Don) Trump t-shirt while working out, I barely noticed………….but, I did….

The 2nd time I saw the same guy wearing a different colored tight, stylish, cotton, sweaty Trump t-shirt while working out, I said to myself, ‘there’s that same guy again…hmmm’…

The 3rd time I saw the same guy wearing quite a different tight, cotton, Trump-supporting t-shirt while working out, I was like, ‘what’s up with this guy…are you kidding me…’…

The 4th time I saw the same loser wearing quite another Trump-imaged (on the front) t-shirt while working out, I thought, ‘WHAT THE FUCK…’…(I probably thought it 3 times…)..

The 5th time I saw the same idiot producing yet another tight Donny T t-shirt (okay, they’re repeating now, but it’s much funnier if you think he has about 30 of these…perhaps he does..), I was like, ‘Am I fucking seeing things here…does anyone else notice this loser…’…no one answered…

The 6th time I saw this same pathetic male human…..I just wanted to grab that fucking backpack he carries around (what the fuck is in there that’s so important that you must have it with you all the fucking time…) and slam it right across his fucking face…I didn’t even notice if he had on a fucking t-shirt or not…

(I know, it’s going off the rails now…I warned ya…….sorry…)

The 7th time I saw this waste of a person wearing his Trump National golf shirt in the gym, I wanted to grab my fucking 6-iron and take a huge-ass divot out of his fucking left ankle…I was thinking of hitting a nice little draw with this shot against the wind…..

On the 8th day of Christmas, Trump continued to sport the ‘long black socks’ look while wearing his favorite Republican party supporting t-shirt…I’m not a big fan of the long, pulled up socks look as you know, especially when you’re wearing the Eddie Bauer pair Mommy bought you when you were 14…God, I hate this fucking guy…

The 9th time I saw The Donald working out, I was calm and collected and just said, ‘John, let it go man, let it go…it’s not bothering anyone else, why should it bother you…let it go…’………but I fucking can’t…ask yourself (yes you, the person reading this..), wouldn’t you find this strange if you happened to notice it…you’re damn right you would…good, thanks…

The 10th time I  witnessed this same………yeah, we’re done here…I won’t put you through any more of this…This is totally true…I’ve never seen this fucking guy without a Trump t-shirt on in the gym…I can give a fuck it’s Trump on the shirt…I’m about as political as the new German Shepherd I have living with me…I really don’t care…it could be Denzel Washington on the shirt…or Tina Fey…or Reggie Jackson…or Richard Simmons…or John Boehner (I had to google another political person…)…the point is one human being wearing the same shit over and over again…I know, I know, he supports Trump’s shit and agenda, but I don’t fucking care…I support Trump too…he builds some nice-ass golf courses all around the world…and speaks his mind…like someone else you know…and read….

You guys all have a nice day today, okay….

 

Marathon Maniac…

Many thanks to my former client Queen of Squats for sending me the following highly inspirational story/link…Hopefully you’ll take a few minutes to read about a man’s journey of running 7 marathons in 7 days on 7 different continents…yes, you just read that fucking correctly…how is that possible logistically, you might think…well, it is apparently…and guess what..??  He won them all…with ease…

https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/dc-sports-bog/wp/2017/01/30/it-made-me-question-my-sanity-every-day-michael-wardian-sets-record-in-seven-marathon-challenge/?utm_term=.6d653b7c01ae

To start, obviously, his outfit is an issue with me…come on loser, you’re making this way too easy…the tank-top, the short shorts, the goofy hat, the knee-high socks (although I don’t think they’re socks, but some sort of calf compression gear that’s all the rave right now..), the multi-colored sneakers (which are actually okay in my book..)…looks like this guy weighs about 105 lbs soaking wet…just about what I expected after reading about what he did…

My initial reaction after deciding to write some sort of post about this dude was to go off about the fact that he considered this a ‘fun’ experience…I had a few examples of what I considered fun, such as hitting a golf ball pure directly at your target…attending a concert of your favorite band and they sound just as good or better than what you’ve listened to all your life…have 3 Aces show up on the base line of a video poker machine followed by the ‘multiplier’ starting to buzz, etc…I probably would’ve thrown in a few more and went into more detail than above before re-reading the article and disappointingly found at no point did skinny-ass mention the 7-continent experience as being ‘fun’…what a shame…I did find something to relate to though…bear with me a bit as I lead you up to it…

I’m pretty sure all of you who read this know that I wrestled a vast part of my childhood through high school.  Love the sport, but let me tell you, it’s not fun, not even fucking close…soccer was fun to play, wrestling definitely wasn’t…There are a multitude of reasons for this…The one I’ll focus on is the ‘weight cutting’ involved in it…this is no secret that wrestlers lose vast amounts of weight to wrestle in a lower weight class than they actually weigh…in most cases, a much lower weight class…I won’t bore you with why this takes place…The fact is it sucks and it totally consumes your life…all you think about is how much ‘over’ you are (how many pounds over the weight you need to weigh..), how many pounds that half a piece of chicken, 21 green beans, tablespoon of mashed potatoes and 6oz of water you had for dinner just put on you, how you can’t wait to go to the bathroom to lose any amount of weight possible (it’s true..)…when you wake up in the morning, you can give a shit about the Trigonometry test you have that day or how your girlfriend is…all you’re worried about is how much ‘over’ you are (being ‘under’ is unheard of, unless it’s a few hours before weigh-ins..)…yes, it’s a sickness, no doubt…all wrestlers who cut significant amounts of weight know about all these feelings, plus a thousand more…Add to the fact you feel ‘sucked out’ 24 hours a day (even when you’re sleeping) and you have it all…Oh, sorry, let me define — ‘sucked out’ refers to basically having no energy all the time, you look (face pale and drawn-in) and feel like total shit, your legs get fatigued just walking up 2 flights of stairs, you’re fucking tired and irritable…get the picture…oh, you also have to look forward to putting on multiple sweatshirts to make your way down to an over-heated wrestling room tucked in the furthest depths of hell/your high school to practice with/sweat all over other teammates with the same wardrobe multiple times a week with zero energy…God, doesn’t all this sound like fucking fun…??

But you know what, there is light at the end of the tunnel and something to look forward to…EATING…yes, the basic human function, EATING…and of course, drinking something with flavor and sugar other than water..(I actually remember craving the most unappealing beverages ever…like diet ginger ale, diet lemon-lime Rite soda, cranberry juice…in other words, shit I would never fathom to drink otherwise).  Back in my high school days, we wrestled every Wednesday and Saturday evening…one match against one other team…(don’t even get me started about the ridiculousness of what high school wrestling has become these days…at least here in Virginia)…win or lose, all wrestlers knew what was coming later those evenings…a complete gorge-fest…granted, you ate and drank after you weighed in, but not that much, as you did have to wrestle another ‘sucked out’ human being in a few hours…I specifically remember Wednesday evenings as we (the team) usually didn’t go out after the meet as we did have school the next day…I went home with my parents, talked about my match briefly, and most importantly, ate my face off…Mom and Dad were always very gracious and offered to buy me/cook anything my little heart desired as they saw first-hand how miserable their son was most of the time during the season…sorry Mom and Dad, I apologize for being a complete dick…They would usually offer me my favorites — meatball sub with cheese, pizza, cheese calzones, vanilla milkshakes, burgers, fries, pasta, whatever, you name it…Although all those sound scrumptious (it really is a word..), I always craved something else…I would say, ‘you know what Mom, if you and Dad want to order a meatball sub and a large extra-cheese pizza from Antonio’s, that sounds great.  But I’m totally craving a grilled market garden salad with light balsamic vinaigrette dressing on the side with extra cucumbers and radishes…and make sure you have them slice some small onion pieces in it as I know I won’t taste them…they’re only in there to add flavor (at least one person is laughing now..)…Man, I would devour those salads like there’s no tomorrow…I couldn’t get enough of them…sometimes I would even ask for an additional side salad with oil and vinegar dressing with cherry stone tomatoes sprinkled in as well…talk about living on the edge…I knew I’d be totally ‘over’ the next morning, but those fucking salads certainly hit the spot and I went to bed happy and fulfilled…only to wake up the next morning feeling fat and ‘over’weight…and thus, the psychotic and dismalness started all over again for a few days….

YUMMY…(for those of you unfamiliar with what a salad looks like…)

Now, if you didn’t read the article above about the running man, you have no fucking idea about what I just wrote…and why it should’ve been somewhat funny…shame on you…

2017 Fitness Update…

Since this is supposed to be a ‘fitness’ blog, I thought I’d take a few minutes here to update you on all the New Year’s fitness resolutions I’ve noticed the past 27 days.  Lots of different and interesting stuff out there…

People continually still…

  • Have no fucking idea how to exercise.
  • Don’t care to learn how to exercise correctly and efficiently.
  • Feel the need to hold on incessantly on treadmills and stairmasters.  Yep, cranking the incline up to 26% on the ‘ol treadmill while grasping the display monitor in front of you is absolutely correct and a huge calorie burner.  Take your hands off for 10 seconds and see what happens.  Same goes for the underhand hold on the stairmonster.  Read my book, I go into more depth on this technique there.
  • Lift weights way too fast and not through a full range of motion.  I can spend days on this one…thank God I won’t…
  • Purchase ridiculous matching workout clothes hoping looking good/cool will translate into losing weight, getting stronger, increasing flexibility, or whatever the fuck else they’re trying to accomplish.  Doesn’t work like that dumb-ass(es)…
  • Stand around and talk way too much to each other when they should be exercising.  At least jump on the bike at level 1 and pedal for a few minutes.  Or better yet, hop on the treadmill, push the ‘up’ incline button continually until it maxes out and then take your hands and….you know the rest of the story…
  • Carry around gargantuan water bottles for no apparent reason.
  • Fail to break a sweat even though they’ve been at the gym over an hour now (how is that possible…if you’re actually exercising..)…
  • Invent exercises which have no purpose and couldn’t begin to tell ya why they are performing them and what muscle groups they’re supposed to be engaging.
  • Wear full-length ‘leggings’ under shorts.  Guys only on this one…My God, what you are thinking..??  You look fucking ridiculous…you’re not a professional athlete…and never will be…This seems to be happening more and more…thanks Under Armour for introducing this fine piece of apparel…
  • Show up with…

Okay, okay, you get the point…no need to go on…looks like 2017 is shaping up to produce the same kind of results/characters as 2016 and 2015 and 2014 and…This is shocking to me as I really thought this was the year America turned it around and got their act together fitness-wise…Yeah right…I’m not holding my breath on this one…

Alright, got that out of the way…On to more important shit…I thought the other day about the fact that this was going to be the first weekend in about 5 months where there will be no football to watch and enjoy…and I kind of got a bit depressed…but only for a few minutes…Remember, sports are great…I gave you a few examples why earlier in this blog…Here’s another big reason…

I purposely left out his lower body as his sneakers, and especially, his socks, aren’t to my liking in this outfit…love the shirt and headband though…

How can anyone not like this guy?  I don’t think I’ve ever heard a person say, ‘Yeah, I’m not a big fan of that Federer guy’…or something of that nature.  Never…He’s a cool cat on the court and although I’ve never personally hung out with him, I’m thinking he’s pretty cool off the court as well…I’ve never played competitive tennis, but know an artist on the court when I see one…He’s a joy to watch and hopefully he can win 3 more sets early Sunday morning to claim another Grand Slam title against his arch-rival Rafael Nadal (why him, of all people..)…Great sports story even if you’re not a tennis fan…As well as the William’s sisters making the finals on the other gender’s side…I’d like to see big Sis Venus spank (not literally) little Sis Serena in this one…

The other reason was this guy…

Oh God, where the fuck is that going…..

…and the expression tells it all…Tiger is scheduled to play the next 4 out of 5 weeks barring injury, I guess…For golf fans, even those who dislike Tiger, this is what we want…When Tiger’s playing, ESPN is scrolling his updated score across the bottom of the screen constantly…How about when World #1 Jason Day, or Jordan, or Rory, or Phil are playing…PPP-leaseeee…tune into Sportscenter 20 minutes in, watch 2 great shots they hit on highlights, and then find out their score for the day…Like it or not, Tiger moves the needle, but unless he shoots 66 today (came in with a dazzling 76 yesterday..), the needle will be dry over the weekend because Tiger won’t be joining the field and will be flying to his next tournament still wondering how the fuck to keep his ball in the fairway…And I’ll be severely disappointed…

Clemson/Alabama a few weeks ago…how great was that (Congrats again Paul)…Another prime example of why we love sports…no need for further commentary…

I had a dream the other night that I couldn’t do one push-up…one God-damn push-up…can you believe that…I woke up and actually rolled right out of my bed to the floor just to make sure all my axons, dendrites, muscle spindles, fibers, and mitochondria were still functional and cranked out 3 solid push-ups…take that sub-consciousness (I don’t know what that means either..)…

Oh, I know I made fun of New Year’s Resolutions a few weeks ago…but I actually made one myself, I really did…It’s quite simple — play more golf this year…I had such a great time playing New Year’s Eve in 30-degree, 25MPH winds that I feel it needs to be replicated more in 2017…Dancing around like Justin Bieber listening to my I-pod (while playing) is something no one needs to see besides myself though…Only true ‘readers’ will get that reference…

Lastly, who the fuck orders a chocolate milkshake with extra whip cream to drink at 6:05 in the morning…

Thus concludes my 2017 fitness update…

 

 

HOLY SHIT (again…)

Did you happen to catch what went down in our country last week…Time for me to give you my uncensored thoughts on the subject….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Okay, there ya have it…it happened, deal with it people…

Following up on my last post about why college football rules…glad to see the Gods of the sport rewarded me and rewarded us with a phenomenal Saturday where the numbers 2, 3, and 4th ranked teams all went down…and 2 of them were over 20-point favorites…no sport can compare people, get used to it…

Remember I said I was going to give you some of my bench press rules way back when…well, I kind of got off-track, but I have another for you today, minus the crude sexual references…If you can only do, say 145lbs, 2 times with a real struggle on the 2nd rep, please don’t add another 5 on each side and attempt 155lbs 13 minutes later…we all know you’re not getting past 1 rep if indeed you get that 1 rep…don’t make your spotter throw out his back pulling the bar up onto the rack…and then pretty please don’t add another 5 on each side and attempt……you know where I’m going….this shit actually happens, trust me…and most idiots who do it have tank-tops on…..

I’ll leave you with this — I saw a 60-year old (roughly) man working out with a trainer this morning with a black wrestling singlet on with a lime-green t-shirt underneath…also, a white headband adorned his head with white tube socks pulled half-way up his lower legs with bright red sneakers…I couldn’t turn away to be quite honest with ya…I would say the guy looked like a former wrestler, but his frail 135lb frame didn’t fit the mold…I would’ve been absolutely mortified as the trainer in that situation…You certainly want to earn your $17/hr (remember, this is Gold’s we’re talking about here…), but at the price of having to walk around with that for an hour…Jesus Christ, what would possess someone to go out in public dressed like that…

Oh, sorry, one last thing — can you imagine eating and paying for the same exact breakfast and/or lunch for 8 straight months…oh my God, fucking try something else…(only a select few know why this was written…and how I collected the data…)

Adios amigos…

 

 

The Empire Ninja…

…remember him/that/what the hell is John talking about here..??  Here’s the cliff notes version:  I introduced this loser back on October 1st and then he made another appearance back on April 1st…today’s not the 1st of the month, but he’s back for the attack…he wore a ridiculous Star Wars ‘Empire Lifts Back’ tank-top, only to be topped by a teenage ninja turtles ‘Crush’ t-shirt later on…he’s almost always in a white t-shirt and black shorts, stocky, fairly strong, might have a decent looking girlfriend whom he ignores most of the time, never does legs, never shaves, never cleans his sneakers, loves to bench press, loves to rest adequately between bench press sets, blah, blah blah…remember him..??  Probably not, but that doesn’t matter…

Here’s what I witnessed this morning…I looked up and saw our friend on guess what…the bench press…dressed in his traditional plain white t-shirt, black shorts, and filthy Puma sneakers…I thought to myself, ‘hey, there’s White’…for some reason (well, not really..it would make sense..), I thought I had called him ‘White’, but I didn’t…Anyway, there he was just standing next to the bench with 245lbs on it…as I mentioned, he’s fairly strong…I did my thing (circuit) not paying any attention to Ninja, and noticed him roughly 10 minutes later pretty much standing in the same place, with the same stupid look on his face, with the same amount of weight on the bar…I literally have no idea if he did a set while I was away…Then I noticed IT…next to the right side of the bench sat another pair of his filthy sneakers…red, black and white Asics this time…that seemed strange to me to have those sitting there…Again, I lost track of him, not thinking much of the extra footwear…Later on, while on a treadmill, I noticed Empire walking towards the locker room with the Asics sneakers in his hand…my immediate reaction was to look to the bench he was just standing by…sure enough, the weight was cleared off the bar and it was vacant…A minute or two later, Crush appeared in my view again heading back to the free weight area…wearing the Asics sneakers…no filthy Pumas in sight…Okay, anyone have a fucking explanation for this move…I sure don’t…Do the filthy Pumas help him to recruit more muscle fibers, therefore, making him stronger…Again, I’m one of the few people on planet Earth that would notice this, but thought I’d share it with you…

Last time I promised some bench press rules I personally have, so here’s the first one…You’re not allowed to bench press unless you can at least do a few reps with 135lbs (1 45lb plate on each side of the bar)…the exceptions are humans without testicles and of those humans with testicles, you can’t have been on earth more than 16 years…Let’s face it, if you’re a boy/male and you can’t bench 135 by the time you’re allowed to legally drive, you’re a fucking wimp and don’t deserve to get down the pants of any human with breasts…sorry, I know that’s harsh, but come on, toughen up boys, put on some muscle, and earn your first piece of ass…..

Okay…..bet you can’t wait for the 2nd rule huh……

Come on…

…are you serious…tell me I didn’t see some idiot trainer wearing these while working out the other day…

...not the Redskins helmet and jersey, the 'fanged' mouthpiece...
..no, not the Redskins burgundy and gold helmet and jersey, the gruesome ‘fanged’ mouthpiece…

…fortunately, my eyesight is still in tact at this advanced age…a vampire wearing a tank-top was spotted…I guess you never know when you’re not going to see that blitzing middle linebacker coming from the weak side who’s going to take your head off right before doing your 7th set of preacher curls…good thing you had that mouthpiece in to protect your chompers…WHAT is wrong with people..??  First off, absolutely no need for a ridiculous mouthpiece while working out…what exactly are you protecting against (besides that middle linebacker mentioned earlier, of course..)..??  Second off, Pierre Garcon looks cool wearing it, you fucking don’t…You look like you’re trying way too hard to get noticed…and you are…we’re scratching our heads and laughing/wondering what the hell you were thinking…Save it for Halloween loser and stop looking at yourself…

On a lighter note, saw ‘Bad Moms’ last night…let’s put it this way, my Mom would hate it…I found it to be quite funny and moreso because of the reason of mi Madre’s disapproval…Go see the movie, it’s definitely worth the $18 ticket…we saw it in an IMAX theatre….awesome stuff…

STOP BUGGING ME…

…I’M TRAINING…pictured on this gray t-shirt was some sort of jacked-up muscled bug with the classic curved/bent bar with a hundred (exaggeration) huge plates on each side (you know the one)…this was being worn by an adult (not really sure that’s accurate..) probably a few years younger than me who truly enjoys his time at the gym…some of his other classic t-shirts include the following catch stupid-ass phrases:  BEAST, JACKED-UP (I know, I just used this..), Nike Elite Training, blah blah blah…I see this loser all the time and think I’ve seen him do legs maybe twice in 5 years…loves doing rear delts and bicep curls as fast as humanly possible though…he deserves to make this blog even though I really can’t make this shit all that funny…he’s a Miami Hurricanes fan and wears the ‘cool’ Beats headphones that completely cover the sides of his face…they need to cover his skinny, little calves that get no attention whatsoever…

Also, a Gold’s gym trainer (male) was leaving the gym this morning with a black Gold’s Gym hooded sweatshirt and full-length black sweatpants…at the time of his departure, it was 84 degrees and expected to go up to nearly 100 today…Can someone explain this ‘looking to be cool’ gesture to me…I really don’t understand…

I also don’t understand why I was in Home Depot the other day (yes, you read that correctly..) when it was 98 degrees out and saw several people with long-sleeve flannel shirts on (one actually had a turtle-neck on as well..)…holy shit, I was sweating with a dry-fit t-shirt on with khaki shorts and flip-flops…what’s up with people..??

If you want to see someone who truly doesn’t belong in an environment, me in Home Depot or Lowe’s would be the ticket.  I aimlessly wander around pretending to look confident as to where I’m going, but really have no fucking idea where to find anything.  I helplessly read all the billboard signs trying to direct me and totally blow off the 537 employees (offering to help) who work in places like this who you come upon every 13 paces or so…my God, how many fucking people do you need for the evening shift..??  I’d love to get a hold of the schedule matrix for places like these…

And, by the way, the second adapter worked for my computer/monitor…I know you were all worried that I wasted another $5 trying to get the correct connection…I now have the big(ger)-ass screen I so desired…

Okay, that’s it, just some random shit for your Thursday evening happy hour…at least there was a little bit of fitness included…enjoy the scorching temps this weekend…full-length pants for me on the golf course Saturday..!!

Evaluation Time…

I’ve read and heard that many people don’t dream and some that do, don’t remember their unconscious thoughts and adventures.  Well, if you don’t remember the dreams, how do you know you dream…Anyway, that’s not the point here…I saw this particular athlete last week on TV and sure enough, he shows up in my REM dreamscape…I know this wasn’t a very long escapade as it occurred close to the time when I’d be waking up for the day…It’s unfortunate as well as I would have liked to seen where it would lead me…my dreams are flat-out crazy…and ridiculous, have I mentioned that..??

As I said last time, I was back again at my first employment center here in Northern Virginia, Worldgate Sport and Health.  On the gym-level floor, we had a separate room in the corner where we would do fitness evaluations on new members and re-evaluations on existing members.  It was a private area where confidentiality was key.  God knows I never stuck to that rule though…trust me, I wasn’t the only one…As you walked into the room, there was a table with a few chairs to the right that pretty much just sat there collecting dust.  The phone attached there got plenty of use from me though if I wanted to talk to my bookie in private…As you went further into the room, there were two evaluation stations separated by an area with a scale.  That scale got worn out by our members seeing if their fat-asses were down an eighth of a pound since 11 minutes ago…What was peculiar about my dream is I initially met my eval subject at the table of little use at the entrance to the room.  I don’t recall any introduction to this gentlemen, we were just sitting there with me going through his HHQ (health history questionnaire).  He was dressed in a white polo shirt with white shorts and a really cool white headband around his wavy hair and head.  White sneakers and white socks completed the outfit.  The fact his socks traveled halfway up his shin didn’t diminish how cool this guy was.  As I went through his HHQ, I noticed how unique his writing was.  I don’t mean what he was actually writing, I mean the shapes of the letters and the sheer look of his penmanship.  God, this guy’s freaking awesome…Cool as a cucumber sitting there as well, not a care in the world…

As we walked to the back evaluation room, all I can think about was the fact that I was going to take the body-fat of this living sports legend.  He was going to have to take his shirt off and I was going to have to pinch his chest, abdomen, and mid-thigh with skinfold calipers to see how much body-fat this robotic human had…I’m still not sure why I was so excited about this…Anyway, as was the case many times at the ‘Gate, the process wasn’t always so smooth as our software had a mind of its own and failed to operate correctly a lot of the time in terms of data entry.  What was odd though was the fact that I wasn’t sitting in front of the keyboard and computer monitor, I was sitting on this guy’s lap….no, I wasn’t, I made that up …I was sitting in front of the printer trying to figure something out…God only knows what…Again, no words seemed to be exchanged between us as I fiddled with the printer as it spit out sheet after sheet of worthless crap…As I was fiddling, I was thinking that for sure this superior athlete’s heart rate would stay well below the top-level threshold meaning I would have to crank up the resistance to the highest stage of the VO2-Max test.  That would skip several steps and put us well on our way to determining just how aerobically fit this specimen was.  What really sucks is that this was the point where I woke up and as Van Halen once sang, ‘The Dream is Over’…I had about a half-hour before my alarm was to go off so I desperately tried to fall asleep and go back to that ending point and continue the epic adventure…To no avail though…So much for taking this guy’s body-fat and determining his flexibility on the sit-and-reach test…not gonna happen…what a buzz-kill…

What also’s not going to happen is this particular guy winning his 8th Wimbledon title…so disappointing to see him lose the way he did today…Who the hell wants to watch miserable Murray and whoever play Sunday morning….not this guy…

Anyone figure out who I’m talking about yet……??

Hey, I did it again………..