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  • August27th


    After seeing this latest tabloid piece in Men’s Health, I thought it would be wise to help people identify a blowhard.  These are some of the worst kind of people as they are know-it-all’s, queens and have rarely done anything of use.  Are you a blowhard or not?  Take this test and see where you rank:

    1. Are you full of shit?
    2. Butt into the private lives of others?
    3. Comment on stuff you have no experience on?
    4. Give opinion even when not asked?
    5. Make yourself to be much more important than you seem?
    6. Do you brag about your (non) achievements?
    7. Do you identify with Dr. Phil, Oprah, Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson, Rosie O’Donnell, Rush Limbaugh, Tim Ferris, everyone involved at 24 hour new stations and sports talk radio hosts.
    8. Do you post on the internet under a different name for fear of being held to your word?
    9. Did any of the above make you upset and want to lash out on social media?


  • August24th

    I recently wrote an article for EliteFTS detailing some of the amusing times that Dave Tate and I experienced doing seminars.  I’m still humbled by all the people that came out, although it was noting like the amount EliteFTS get today. Still, it was great to have an audience willing to trust us and learn.  I totally forgot to add this story which was extremely personal and was one of the best “Dave Tate reactions” in the world.


    Dave and I were at the University of North Carolina for a seminar that was being hosted by Jeff Connors. Connors is unique – as a strength coach and as a man. He is tough as hell – one of the throwbacks, and I don’t mean a generation ago. I’m talking about 3 to 4 generations.  He is a true throwback and I always love talking with him – he is cut from the same cloth as Ethan Reeves.  Anyway, we are doing the seminar and everything goes great. Dave and I go back to the hotel room and I have a half dozen messages from my girlfriend, all pretty frantic.  She was staying at my apartment for the weekend when I was gone and I immediately thought that something had happen to my dog; perhaps she was hit my a car or had died in some odd way.  So I go outside, call her and prepare for the worst.  After settling her down, I ask her if Betty (my dog, named after a Helmet album) is alive. She says yes.  There is a brief pause as I start thinking and then I ask her if she is pregnant.

    She says yes.  I assure her things will be ok and we will talk when I get home.  I come back inside the hotel room and flop onto the bed trying to figure out what the hell I was going to do.  Dave is lying on his bed and there is a moment of silence.

    Dave asks, “Is everything ok?”

    “She’s pregnant.”

    Dave ponders this for 10 seconds or so and says, “Jesus.  Do you know how strong you are? Everything you’ve been taking is obviously fake.”


    One of the funniest moments in my life and one of the truly great reactions to what was, at the time, an incredibly stressful situation.

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