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Policing Soul of a Lifter

HELL

I’m not making this up. July, 1983, 6:30 am. I was a uniform cop working midnight shift. Day 6 of 7 consecutive midnights. With 15 minutes left before off duty, I got a radio broadcast – “domestic.” The address was about 5 blocks from where my gym is now situated. I walked up to the […]

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Fitness Soul of a Lifter

Working class wins. But the working class is slowly disappearing.

Working class wins. But the working class is slowly disappearing. None of my championship football teams were white collar teams. Each one was a blue-collar, lunch-bucket team. Working class. They spilled blood and guts. They put their heart and soul into every play, practice or game. My blue-collar teams were consistent – you couldn’t tell […]