"I did have some ball-busters," Jack said, referring to signature exercises such as the killer, the eraser, the gooser, the gut-butt-getter, and dozens of others. "Now, you listen to some of these so-called sports-medicine experts today--shit! It's just shtick. It's just something else to sell. Warming up," he scoffed, adjusting a red ascot fitted neatly into his jumpsuit, "warming up is the biggest bunch of horseshit I've ever heard in my life. Fifteen minutes to warm up! Does a lion warm up when he's hungry? 'Uh-oh, here comes an antelope. Better warm up.' No! He just goes out and eats the sucker. You gotta get the blood circulating, but shit, does the lion cool down? No, he eats the sucker and goes to sleep. And that," he concluded, folding his arms into a variation of the pose, "is the truth."
"Jack," I ventured, "did you invent the jumping jack? Is that you?"
"I'm not completely sure on that one," he said thoughtfully. "But I think so."
I never really knew anything about this dude until I read this article. It's worth your time. This man was out of control.
That shit is in born to run! Where the dude is like "I need to warm up more I think" and the coach dude is like "that's crap man. What if you are surviving in the wild and have to catch a rabbit at an instant?" It's all about neuron firing speed!
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