I agree with X regarding the gym. I have worked out in these places long enough that most folks don’t try and talk a bunch of shit because they know they really haven’t.
Where I DO see this all the damn time is playing rugby. If I hear one more motherfucker tell me he runs a 4.2, 4.3, or hell even a legitimate 4.6 I am going to lose my mind. It is a huge pet peeve. It annoys me because they have no idea how damn fast that is. Normally all you have to say is “you realize that former world record holder Ben Johnson, on a hard track, with spikes, peaking for the olympics only ran a 4.2/4.3 for the first 40yard portion of the WORLD RECORD 100M dash? So you are saying you are as fast as the fastest man who ever lived before Usain Bolt? Ok.”
Yes I realize that cutting out the 40yd portion of a 100m dash is not 100% accurate, but it gets the point across. You should be in the goddamn Olympics if this is true. At least the NFL.
[quote]Steel Nation wrote:
This fucking asshole at work tried to tell me he used to squat 315 in high school, when he played soccer. There is no possible way this is true. It made me want to crush his face with my forehead, but then again I get that same urge every time I look at this skinny fat motherfucker. I don’t think I’ve ever hated anyone as completely and with as much reason as I hate this dude.[/quote]
I obviously know nothing of the guy you are referring to, but what exactly is outlandish about a 315 lb squat in high school?
[quote]PimpBot5000 wrote:
In the gym and in day to day life, the biggest load of BS I get from people is that they know a guy “about your height…maybe a bit taller…but like 40 lbs bigger and RIPPED”. People meet me and feel compelled to tell me these stories, don’t really know why.[/quote]
I was on a business trip, and the maintenance manager at the steel mill we were visiting told me there was this HUGE guy that used to work in their rail yard that could definitely kick my ass. This was completely out of the blue and about 90 seconds after I first shook the guy’s hand.
[quote]kilpaba wrote:
I agree with X regarding the gym. I have worked out in these places long enough that most folks don’t try and talk a bunch of shit because they know they really haven’t.
Where I DO see this all the damn time is playing rugby. If I hear one more motherfucker tell me he runs a 4.2, 4.3, or hell even a legitimate 4.6 I am going to lose my mind. It is a huge pet peeve. It annoys me because they have no idea how damn fast that is. Normally all you have to say is “you realize that former world record holder Ben Johnson, on a hard track, with spikes, peaking for the olympics only ran a 4.2/4.3 for the first 40yard portion of the WORLD RECORD 100M dash? So you are saying you are as fast as the fastest man who ever lived before Usain Bolt? Ok.”
Yes I realize that cutting out the 40yd portion of a 100m dash is not 100% accurate, but it gets the point across. You should be in the goddamn Olympics if this is true. At least the NFL.[/quote]
I tried this with the AD. “You’re telling me you’re as fast as Randy Moss was in his prime?” We argued for a bit but it was pointless. When I challenged him (I’m pretty fucking fast) he of course had sore legs and didn’t want to. People are a trip.
Also, again this thread isn’t about turning the other cheek. It’s about the silly shit you couldn’t let slide. If you’re just gonna judge or act holier than though, the door’s > that way.
It’s basically the tribal programming of our brain.
In a totally honest society, he could have said, streaming from his consciousness:
“I feel totally emasculated in your presence.
There’s this uneasy, underlying feeling that you could wrestle me down and rape me or my wife and there’s nothing I could do to prevent it. Maybe my wife would love it, too?
It seems my colleagues feel the same and are also trying to cope.
For sure they wouldn’t help me as I wouldn’t help them.
But wait, I think I might summon a muscular saviour figure from the depths of my fuzzy parts of memory, one who was just as strong, a guy that I know and you don’t.
Yes, I must believe that. And even if I don’t, maybe you do.
I’m feeling better already!”
And the cultural interpreter in his brain put this wussy gibberish like this: nervous grin" you know, I know this guy…" just like you described.
[quote]Steel Nation wrote:
This fucking asshole at work tried to tell me he used to squat 315 in high school, when he played soccer. There is no possible way this is true. It made me want to crush his face with my forehead, but then again I get that same urge every time I look at this skinny fat motherfucker. I don’t think I’ve ever hated anyone as completely and with as much reason as I hate this dude.[/quote]
I obviously know nothing of the guy you are referring to, but what exactly is outlandish about a 315 lb squat in high school?[/quote]
I know it’s not a ridiculous claim, but it is coming from him. He made the claim about 15 minutes before I saw this thread, and then went on and on about how he had “really strong legs from soccer” but his upper body is just “not as strong.” This was also an hour after he told another guy how he would gain muscle training for a 5k, and then bragging about his 26 min 5k time.
So yeah, I want to crush his face. With my forehead.
I was on a business trip, and the maintenance manager at the steel mill we were visiting told me there was this HUGE guy that used to work in their rail yard that could definitely kick my ass. This was completely out of the blue and about 90 seconds after I first shook the guy’s hand.
We still joke about it at the office.[/quote]
LOL, “nice to meet you too, friend!”.
I can do you one better. I was on a business trip to the states, and was out to a nice dinner with some administrators of a rehab hospital. Someone commented that I was a big guy and asked if I played football…pretty standard observation/question which I’m sure a lot of us here get.
Another staff member interjects that he has a brother “about your size, but in way better shape” who is a Navy SEAL. He informed me that he couldn’t give me his real name as it was “classified”, but he gave me his SEAL Operator (nick)name, which was that of a deadly animal. He went on to say that his brother could kill me “in a hundred different ways, all without breaking a sweat”. He snapped a breadstick while saying this to further drive home his point. Everyone at the table just sat there in stunned silence.
This was all before the appetizers arrived, by the way.
I was on a business trip, and the maintenance manager at the steel mill we were visiting told me there was this HUGE guy that used to work in their rail yard that could definitely kick my ass. This was completely out of the blue and about 90 seconds after I first shook the guy’s hand.
We still joke about it at the office.[/quote]
LOL, “nice to meet you too, friend!”.
I can do you one better. I was on a business trip to the states, and was out to a nice dinner with some administrators of a rehab hospital. Someone commented that I was a big guy and asked if I played football…pretty standard observation/question which I’m sure a lot of us here get.
Another staff member interjects that he has a brother “about your size, but in way better shape” who is a Navy SEAL. He informed me that he couldn’t give me his real name as it was “classified”, but he gave me his SEAL Operator (nick)name, which was that of a deadly animal. He went on to say that his brother could kill me “in a hundred different ways, all without breaking a sweat”. He snapped a breadstick while saying this to further drive home his point. Everyone at the table just sat there in stunned silence.
This was all before the appetizers arrived, by the way.
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LOL, that’s hilarious. I find the “badass by association” guys extremely amusing. It brings me back to the third grade, when the “my dad could beat up your dad” arguments were just getting started.
I was on a business trip, and the maintenance manager at the steel mill we were visiting told me there was this HUGE guy that used to work in their rail yard that could definitely kick my ass. This was completely out of the blue and about 90 seconds after I first shook the guy’s hand.
We still joke about it at the office.[/quote]
LOL, “nice to meet you too, friend!”.
I can do you one better. I was on a business trip to the states, and was out to a nice dinner with some administrators of a rehab hospital. Someone commented that I was a big guy and asked if I played football…pretty standard observation/question which I’m sure a lot of us here get.
Another staff member interjects that he has a brother “about your size, but in way better shape” who is a Navy SEAL. He informed me that he couldn’t give me his real name as it was “classified”, but he gave me his SEAL Operator (nick)name, which was that of a deadly animal. He went on to say that his brother could kill me “in a hundred different ways, all without breaking a sweat”. He snapped a breadstick while saying this to further drive home his point. Everyone at the table just sat there in stunned silence.
This was all before the appetizers arrived, by the way.
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And we have a winner. Please tell me you remember his nickname. If not, in my mind he’s “Black Viper”.
[quote]p-dub wrote:
Ive called bullshit on people way too many times. The worst is in the bar. Then its the old guys who were at one time in 1990 in good shape but exaggerate there size and strength way too much. Its more fun to just argue than let it slide because then you get the bumbling fuckers going back on there claim EVERY time.[/quote]
I really don’t understand why anyone would care. I mean, unless these guys are somehow interrupting your workout or something. I just don’t see this much.[/quote]
Why do you care that I care?
When people are clearly lying about #numbers I call bullshit. Its very simple. There may have been certain instances where it doesnt bother me but there have been plenty of times where it does. Its not a daily occurence but it does happen more than a few times a year.
I was on a business trip, and the maintenance manager at the steel mill we were visiting told me there was this HUGE guy that used to work in their rail yard that could definitely kick my ass. This was completely out of the blue and about 90 seconds after I first shook the guy’s hand.
We still joke about it at the office.[/quote]
LOL, “nice to meet you too, friend!”.
I can do you one better. I was on a business trip to the states, and was out to a nice dinner with some administrators of a rehab hospital. Someone commented that I was a big guy and asked if I played football…pretty standard observation/question which I’m sure a lot of us here get.
Another staff member interjects that he has a brother “about your size, but in way better shape” who is a Navy SEAL. He informed me that he couldn’t give me his real name as it was “classified”, but he gave me his SEAL Operator (nick)name, which was that of a deadly animal. He went on to say that his brother could kill me “in a hundred different ways, all without breaking a sweat”. He snapped a breadstick while saying this to further drive home his point. Everyone at the table just sat there in stunned silence.
This was all before the appetizers arrived, by the way.
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I’d have just looked him in the eyes and said, “He’s not here though is he …”
I was on a business trip, and the maintenance manager at the steel mill we were visiting told me there was this HUGE guy that used to work in their rail yard that could definitely kick my ass. This was completely out of the blue and about 90 seconds after I first shook the guy’s hand.
We still joke about it at the office.[/quote]
LOL, “nice to meet you too, friend!”.
I can do you one better. I was on a business trip to the states, and was out to a nice dinner with some administrators of a rehab hospital. Someone commented that I was a big guy and asked if I played football…pretty standard observation/question which I’m sure a lot of us here get.
Another staff member interjects that he has a brother “about your size, but in way better shape” who is a Navy SEAL. He informed me that he couldn’t give me his real name as it was “classified”, but he gave me his SEAL Operator (nick)name, which was that of a deadly animal. He went on to say that his brother could kill me “in a hundred different ways, all without breaking a sweat”. He snapped a breadstick while saying this to further drive home his point. Everyone at the table just sat there in stunned silence.
This was all before the appetizers arrived, by the way.
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I’d have just looked him in the eyes and said, “He’s not here though is he …”[/quote]
I would’ve said “I’ll bet he can do it without breaking a breadstick, too.”
I generally leave people alone. I have a 2nd black belt in Kempo, not from Fred Vallari’s but one I sweated and trained for, for years. I also took judo when I was very young, wrestled and did BBJ for a few years (very humbling experience BTW, those guys know what their doing) most of which I don’t tell people about. I’m a big, potentially mean guy. However, my kick-ass/tough guy/pissing match days are behind me. Once in a while I’ll get into “that discussion” about fights, fighting etc., and there always seems to be some inexplicably “trained killer that no one knows what they’re capable of.” There are people like that, such is life.
I hit a 315 lb squat x2 a couple weeks ago, but I’m 6ft and semi solid 315 lbs, so although I’m personally proud I don’t brag about it. I told my friend about it and and he said, “that’s great, I usually squat with three of the big plates per side.” I said, “that would be 315,” to which he changed the subject. I know he has never seen 315lbs loaded on a bar (accept for the time I was loaded and danced on a bar) and that he rarely leaves his couch these days, but there are people like that. Frankly, it pissed me off a little, so yeah, a little truth might be refreshing especially from a friend who celebrates taco night like it’s Christmas every week.
[quote]kilpaba wrote:
I agree with X regarding the gym. I have worked out in these places long enough that most folks don’t try and talk a bunch of shit because they know they really haven’t.
Where I DO see this all the damn time is playing rugby. If I hear one more motherfucker tell me he runs a 4.2, 4.3, or hell even a legitimate 4.6 I am going to lose my mind. It is a huge pet peeve. It annoys me because they have no idea how damn fast that is. Normally all you have to say is “you realize that former world record holder Ben Johnson, on a hard track, with spikes, peaking for the olympics only ran a 4.2/4.3 for the first 40yard portion of the WORLD RECORD 100M dash? So you are saying you are as fast as the fastest man who ever lived before Usain Bolt? Ok.”
Yes I realize that cutting out the 40yd portion of a 100m dash is not 100% accurate, but it gets the point across. You should be in the goddamn Olympics if this is true. At least the NFL.[/quote]
I tried this with the AD. “You’re telling me you’re as fast as Randy Moss was in his prime?” We argued for a bit but it was pointless. When I challenged him (I’m pretty fucking fast) he of course had sore legs and didn’t want to. People are a trip.
Also, again this thread isn’t about turning the other cheek. It’s about the silly shit you couldn’t let slide. If you’re just gonna judge or act holier than though, the door’s > that way.[/quote]