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A few drinks in: Don’t be a New Year’s gym douche

Most of my writing of late has either taken place at a bar or after lifting a bar (at the gym). It’s been convenient and helped me to chip away at being consistent at writing or posting (to Instagram) everyday. I still jot down thoughts and notes in the Bieber book, but I haven’t put much effort into turning those notes into posts. I am still developing where I want this whole shorts and sweatbands idea to go. I want to provide a different perspective to the fitness world, one that is over saturated with wash board abs, gym bros, and snapbacks.

On Wednesday, when I am able to make it back to the gym, I fully expect it to be crowded. The New Year resolution folks who want to get fit will be there. Most gym goers will complain about the “new-“comers (pun alert), but I ain’t that worried about it. The gym is life for some folks. For others it’s a hobby. For me, it’s something I enjoy , I want to set an example for my family and a challenge myself. Oh, and my job requires me to be fit. If your one of those who gets their panties in a wad about people showing up after New Years, I say remove the stick from your butt and focus on yourself. Don’t be a hater to someone is attempting to better themselves. Give ’em props. Maybe they will stick around longer than a month or two. Just don’t be a doucher, give them some pointers and help them learn the “ways of the gym.”

Those of you who are planning on hitting the gym for the new year, get some. Don’t quit because you aren’t getting the results you want right away. It’s a marathon, not a sprint. Don’t let the bro-dudes intimidate you, don’t curl in the squat rack and wear a sweatband. If you’re unsure ask for help, or surf the interwebs for info before you go. Start a routine out of a book or magazine. Don’t just wing it, that’s a sure fire way to fail. Start small and chip away. Focus on form and effort, the weight will come later. Don’t compare yourself to the others. It’s a competition against yourself. Let the professionals compete for the fitness trophies.

In general, don’t be a douche. Shit ain’t that serious.

Happy New Year!

Mustache

P.S. Here are the workouts I’ve done the past few days.

Dec 29 Warm-up

20-15-10-5

squat

Pushup

Sit up

Training

10 rounds

10x push press

10x KB swing

5 rounds

8x high pull

8x bent over row

6x slash to halo

Dec 31 Warm-up

3 rounds

x10 squats

x10 push-ups

x10 sit-ups

2 rounds

barbell complex

Training

5 rounds (increase weight until last set)

1x power clean

1x front squat

1 round

1x push press

1x back squat

1x push press

5 rounds

5x sumo deadlift

10x scarecrow

4 rounds

x15 med-ball sit-ups

x10 kettle-bell swings

A few drinks in: Rally naps and massage chairs.

Merry Christmas! When it comes to holidays, booze is a must. Especially if you have annoying in-laws around. While my family celebrates in America, I am 14 hours in the future partying with friends. After I was picked up, we went t 7-eleven. The 7-elevens in Japan put the ones in America to shame. Food selection, booze, and service are all better than anything i have witnessed state side (except the ability to buy strike force energy at the counter). I snagged a fifth of whiskey for 1700 yen (roughly $17) and a whiskey mix in a can (9% alcohol). The whiskey can got me started and the bottle wasn’t bad on ice. After chowing down in some fried chicken, velveeta shells and cheese, and wontons, I was ready to crash. I was offered the use of a massage chair. It was the best idea anyone had ever had while having some adult beverages. 10 minuets in, and I was out. People were competing at Just Dance, while others were cracking jokes about the terrible dance moves. I could hear all of it. I also was enjoying having my eyes shut. My wife complains that I have old man tendencies. Having to nap mid-day is one of those. I took full advantage of the massage chair and took an old man/rally nap. It was the best decision of my day. I am a huge fan of these. Sometimes you need a quick 20 to get back in the game and hang. Sometimes though, you go down for the count. If there is enough commotion, a rally nap will get me through the day and night (depending on how early I begin to booze).

The massage chair was a great idea and loosened up my back and butt. It also help me relax to get the shut eye I needed. As soon as I came too (20 min later), I poured myself a whiskey-ginger and was back on the train. Time to whip some ass at Mario Kart.

Doing work and a few drinks in: Sumo deadlifts and Snapbacks.

I crushed my workout today, so I decided to have some celebratory drinks. I have been to my local establishment enough, I have a “usual” (Jamo and ginger). I did my ab/core circuit today. It was day two of three (posted below). I have noticed a trend lately, sumo deadlifts. They seem to be all the rage now-a-days. Now, I am not here to knock them, but I am curious why they have become more prominent in today’s workout world? Have people with little hip flexibility given up? My concern is for the men only. When I see you only doing sumo, I think you’re a pussy. I use the sumo stance, when I want to high pull afterwords. I have nothing against people who sumo, except if that is the only type of deadlift you do. Hell, people probably look at me when I walk in with my sweatband thinking “what’s up with that guy?” Do I care? No. But, if you only sumo, you should take a little ok in the mirror and re-evaluate your life.

Oh, and SnapBack hats in the gym are lame. Wear a sweatband.

Do work.

Warm-up

4 rounds

x10 squats

x10 sit-ups

Training

3 rounds

x10 (per leg) walking lunges

x10 slash-to-halo (or back extensions with weight)

x10 bus driver rotations (use landmine)

x10 single arm ab squat (use landmine)

x10 single arm lift and twist (use landmine)

x10 push-ups with row

x10 inverted row

x10 single arm static dumbbell curl

x15 push-ups

Stretch

A few drinks in: Wannabe Hustler

I am changing the name of the Daily Quickie, which wasn’t really daily, to A few drinks in. I’m more than a few in now, and it seems like a good time to change things up. Prince is jamming on the jukebox and I’m losing terribly at pool. It been a long week at work, and the gym has been almost none existent in my daily routine (this week). When Europe began to play the Final countdown, I caught a booze wind, where I sunk 5 balls quick. It was then back to shotty play and missed opportunities. Since then, I’ve just been losing. Pool is not my specialty. I enjoy it, but hardly win (without fault of my opponent). I understand how the shots work, but my execution leaves a lot to be desired. I don’t go out of my way to get better, I usually play when I’ve had a few libations (current one is Jamo and ginger). Ill occasionally be legit and win a few games in a row, but it’s all dependent ok n the amount of booze I’ve had. I accept not because my great at pool. I enjoy the atmosphere, comradery and drinks.

Do work sessions to come.

Daily Quickie: The Reuniting of Mustaches Part 2

Sasebo Burger was delicious, better than most chain burgers I’ve tasted. While the goal was to check out a few more bars, it didn’t pan out that way. Everyplace we kept going to was closed, most likely because it was Sunday night. We found an open sports bar that serves fried chicken. We ordered another round of chuhai’s and watched some rugby. We then ventured to another closed bar, and another, and another. Things began to look bleak until we saw some multi-colored lights coming from a dark alley. We said what-the-hell and made our way in. It was a tiny drinking establishment, no bigger than a kid’s bedroom. There were a couple of guys sitting at the bar, the bartender and karaoke machine. I had been duped into a Japanese karaoke bar (or a place that just happened to have one). After another round of chuhai’s, we commenced singing our best Garth Brooks, Don McClean and Lynyrd Skynyrd. The combined powers of our mustaches brought the house down, people began to pour in from the streets to listen to our sweet voices. After a few songs and some booze, we said our goodbyes and went on our way. We stopped at one more joint then decided it was time to call it quits. It had been a good adventure with Rusty. I recommend using him as a tour guide if you ever make it to the country. He knows all the hole in the wall, dirty local spots.

Daily Quickie: The reuniting of mustaches: Part 1

After watching Alabama come-from-behind win against Mississippi State (I was hoping they would lose), I headed out to explore Sasebo. I grabbed some local food and a coffee, which were delicious, before I met up with my buddy Rusty. We started out a a dive bar with 2 tables and no chairs. The smell of cigarettes covered the air. The table was covered in grime and the beers were cheap. We made our way to another bar where you had my first Chu-hai. It was delicious and lived up to the hype. I had a tour through sailor town and saki town. We kept finding closed bars and restaurants (lame ass Sunday if you ask me). I have a list of spots to hit up during my next free evening. After strike no out a few times, we ended up at Sasebo burger for a quick meal. To be continued….

Billy F’n Joel

I am home, back with the wife and kids.  It was a long two months away, but everything is back to normal(ish).  We have done some family things like buy stuff from Target, eat some food, go to the botanical gardens and watch movies since I’ve been back.  There were a couple posts I published using my phone, but decided to wait until I was back at the computer before publishing the rest.  Over the next few weeks, or months, I’ll be cranking them out to catch up (personal goal).  This little ditty was from about a month in, a couple weekends after my wife came to visit and the world almost ended (previous post). So grab a whiskey, beer or juice box (for you underage types) and enjoy.

I’ve been in my hotel room for a month now. I keep it low key mostly, mainly gym and laundry (no tanning salons within walking distance). I’ll go to the driving range a few times a week to break up the monotony. This past weekend I decided to adventure to Chicago.  I had scheduled an appointment with my stylist at Trunk club for Friday afternoon. I stopped at the farmers market and brewery in Lake bluff, then hopped on the train into the city. Once the train arrived at Ogilvie, I hoofed it to Trunk Club. It had been a couple years since I had visited.

Trunk Club is a service I began using back when I got divorced.  I wanted to upgrade from jeans, t-shirts, and flip-flops. Basically, I wanted to step out of my comfort zone and try something new (tends to be the M.O. of most newly single individuals).  My stylist Brittni has done a great job since I became her client, and it will be a bummer not to be able to continue on with it while in Japan.  Anyway, back to adventure time.

After meeting the front desk associate, he directed me to the bar where I received a complimentary whiskey-ginger. IMG_2855A couple minutes later, Brittni came by. We exchanged pleasantries and made our way to one of the fitting areas (I guess that it what you call them?). I was in the market for some golf shirts and maybe a nice button up. She came back with a cart full of clothes to try on.  After a bit, I narrowed it down to a couple golf shirts (snagged one at a discount) and a sweet, comfortable Vineyard Vines Crosby shirt (I have come to appreciate nice clothing and it lasts a while to boot).  I paid the man and was on way.  It had been a pleasant stop-in at the club.  As I was leaving, my stomach began to make some noise. I decided it was calling for pizza and made my way to the nearest pizza joint, called Pizzeria Ora. I am a huge fan of pizza, but this place wasn’t my jam. I had a small deep dish and it didn’t meet my expectations.

By this point, I had already alerted my cousin I was in the city. She asked if I had any plans and if she could get another ticket, would like to go see Billy Joel. I responded with a resounding “Hell yeah!” (obviously she did get another ticket, otherwise I would just be wasting your time) Regardless if I had gone or not, I still wanted to drop my bag off before any further adventuring happened. I caught an Uber and headed to her house (Uber should pay me for referencing them so much, ha). As soon as I arrived, I ditched my bag and hopped in another Uber with my cousin’s husband (she followed us a few minutes later) and headed to dinner prior to the show (looks like another ticket was scored, high five!).

We arrived at Fahlstroms Fish Market and met one of his friends. Since I had just eaten a less than delicious pizza, I tried the tuna tar-tar, and it hit the spot. After my cousin arrived, we had a couple drinks, exchanged some witty banter and rolled out. Did I mention this concert was at Wrigley field? We walked from the restaurant to Wrigley. It was a madhouse, I had to beat up a family of four just to make it to my destination! We arrived at the outfield entrance gate. After a quick security check and a couple left turns, we walked out onto the field.  While the field was covered with an interlocking plastic floor, it was still an amazing sight and feeling to be standing out there.  The stage was erected in left-center field and our seats were 7 rows back.

The crowd went nuts when the lights went dark. The cheers were deafening. The piano began to ring out a sweet intro. A single light appeared on the piano. It. Was. Him.

The intro finished and he welcomed to the crowd.  He was blown away that he still sells out his concerts since he hasn’t produced anything new since 1992. The fans were a mix of young and old, but mostly older.  There was a younger cat a few seats down who could not contain his excitement. He was sweating by the second song from partying so hard.  Billy Joel wrapped his main set. The crowd of course called for an encore, the stadium lit up with cell phone lights. It was a neat sight from where I was sitting.  IMG_2864Moments later, the crowd was once again jamming out to more of Billy’s sweet music (Check out the clips below).  He played some more hits and we bounced before the main mob left.  After some zig-zagging and skirmishes we arrived at the car. The consensus was we needed a snack. We went to the Wiener Circle, famous for charde-dogs. The ladies who ran the joint were rude, but you could dish it right back.  Soon we were stuffing our faces with fully loaded Chicago dogs. There was some small talk and we headed back to the house.  I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. 

The wrap up for this post has been a struggle. My notes are all over the place and ramble on.  I was in full fly by the seat of my pants mode. It’s been my usual since being here up at Great Lakes for school.  It’s not every day you get to attend a Billy Joel concert at Wrigley Field. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity and I jumped on board.  It was a simple decision, because I was the only person I had to worry about at that moment.  Now, you’re probably thinking, is this guy going to break-down a fun time, over-analyzing the circumstances, and math and stuff? Yes. Yes, I am. If my circumstances had been different, I may not have jumped at the opportunity. Whenever situations like this arise, I like to ask myself “Is the juice worth the squeeze?” Or as my Theresa (my cousin) and I discussed as she gave me a ride back to my hotel, how does this situation nourish one in an emotional or mental way (her way is more hippie)? Just because the opportunity is there, doesn’t mean you have to take it.  You could be acting of pure emotion with zero logic, and that could lead to disaster. But then again, it could be the best decision ever (debatable) and give you a great story.  So, jump at the opportunity. Or don’t. You won’t know until you decide.

If you want to check out Intentional Nourishment, I recommend it.  I have been a repeat customer for the past couple of years and have learned a lot about myself when I take a dive into her programs.  Hell, it was after I did the first cleanse through Intentional Nourishment that I bought the domain name shortsandsweatbands.com and started me on this path I am on today. (Here is the link to a post about it: www.intentionalnourishment.com )

Also, if you feel the need to step up your wardrobe and don’t know where to start, check out Trunk Club. I wouldn’t recommend it if I didn’t like it. If you use this link, you’ll get a $50 credit (I get one too, thanks!).

https://www.trunkclub.com/my/invite/J7WQVJ

Do work, be rad

Mustache

70 dollars for an UBER: a story of first world problems and meeting new people.

I haven’t put finger to Word in a while now. We took a sweet family vacation to the upper peninsula of Michigan a few weeks ago and now I am going to school up here in Great Lakes. I usually jot down some notes in my Bieber book and transfer them onto the computer. There has been a lack of computer access, so here I am, thumbing away on my phone, hoping to avoid misspelled words and typos. I have plenty to transcribe from my book, but was avoiding using my phone for this. There is a lot I want to publish, but with the moving prep and traveling over the past couple months, it has been a low priority. I have been at Great Lakes for a couple weeks now, going to school for the man. The flight up here was nice. There was time for a pre-flight beer (hydration is key) and I was stoked about checking 3 bags with no extra cost. The flight was also delayed for about 45 minutes, so I was able to get a good jump on a book. It’s called Where Do You Get Your Ideas From? by Fred White. It was a bargain book I picked up at Barnes & Noble. It has gone over some basic ways to keep your mind engaged and creativity flowing. It’s interactive with exercises to get the juices flowing. With all the free time I have right now, figured it wouldn’t hurt. We will see how it pans out.

Since arriving, I’ve had the pleasure of reconnecting with some guys I served with at past commands and build some new relationships with those I have met. Last weekend, I made my way to go see a movie. I figured it would be simple. Walk to the front gate, catch an Uber, and enjoy my evening. While I did enjoy my evening, it turned out to be the most expensive movie I have ever seen. The man has a funny way of restricting operations of certain businesses and Uber is on of them. I went to schedule a ride and was given to options, UBER black or premium. The black was $70! I assumed it was because I was scheduling a ride vs looking for one on the spot, no big deal. I ventured out to the main gate, periodically checking for Uber availability. The price kept dropping, but only by a dollar here and there. Nothing significant. When I reached the main gate area, the price had come down to around $60, and no Uber X option. I saw some people get dropped off in Uber’s but no pick ups. After about 10 min of observing and refreshing my Uber app, I decided to call a cab (the movie wasn’t going to wait for me after all). I struck up a conversation with the driver as soon as he picked me up. He was a Navy vet who enjoyed motorcycles (he looked the part) and we swapped some sea stories. We talked about Uber and I found out how it had been banned from picking people up due to a few instances where the driver had been a crook. It’s always fun and interesting to hear what the completion (cab driver) has to say about their opposition. After a quick detour due to the flooding that occurred earlier that week, he dropped me off at the theatre. I always base my cab/Uber rides on how the conversation goes. I gave it an eight out of ten.

They had a bar at the theatre, which was a win. A couple whiskey/gingers later and I was off to see my movie. I stopped by the concession stand and picked up a chicken and waffle sandwich. It was a good pickup. Tender fried chicken in between two waffles with curly fries. I watched the new Spider-man movie. It was entertaining and I liked the new spin they put on the story and character without losing the audience. It was dark when I exited the theatre, maybe around 9. I was able to grab an Uber to ride back to base.

My driver was one of the more interesting people I have met in my Uber travels. We talked about his life and where he wants to go. I asked if he drove part time and what he did as a day job. “Boy, do I have a story to tell you,” he responded. Besides driving for Uber on the side, he sold insurance, is a published poet, has some songs on iTunes, and was in the process of casting a play he had written to premier next year. The songs on iTunes are part of an album he is putting together and his book on amazon is a collection of poems he has written. He was pumped to tell me about all his endeavors; his enthusiasm got me excited to check out his work. His book is called Listen 411 and his play is called a A Youth Served, check them out. I wished him well once he dropped me off and began the trek back to my hotel room.

It was good to get some “me” time outside of my hotel room. It cost me more to get a ride there and back than it did for the movie, but it was worth it. I appreciated the opportunity to meet these two gentlemen and and hope the best for them. It’s always good to get out of your comfort zone and strike up random conversations with those you don’t know. You may find a new perspective or meet the love of your life (or your next ex).

Do work, be rad

Mustache

The Whirlwind of Life: Hot Rod

This past weekend was a good and productive one.  I had a good friend come over and school me on a house repair I was new to.  There is a chimney that I need to knock down at the rear of my house. It isn’t structural, and I thought it was causing a wall to buckle. We started by tearing into the wall on the inside of the house. It yielded a lot of damage I wasn’t ready for.  There was evidence of termites and water leaking from the top of the chimney (got to love a house from the 40’s!). None of the studs were holding up any weight, they had been destroyed. Once we got rid of all the plaster and termite poop, you could see where the water had been leaking in for who knows how long.

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How this wall was still up, I’ll never know.

We reinforced the wall with some brand-new studs and I can now rip down the chimney and fix the outside wall.  The wife and I also installed a new throne (toilet) upstairs. It’s a Koehler, no big deal.

I have always made the effort to post my ramblings on Fridays. With how my schedule has been of late, I am going to start posting on Tuesday’s.  It is difficult during the week to sit down and compile my thoughts into something you can read and (hopefully) be entertained by. This one is about the day a little man named “Hot Rod” Lincoln came into my life.  My wife swears he is the spitting image of me (when he cries he looks like her).  Watching him grow over the past year has been awesome.  He is definitely a daddy’s boy (so says my wife) and always touches the Texas A&M sign at the bottom of the stairs when I bring him down in the morning (future Aggie?). I am sitting here putting the final touches on this drinking some George Dickel and ginger ale.

 

It was a gloomy Sunday morning on May 22nd.  Krissi and I had decided to take Kash to Comic Con and see the Batmobile from the old Adam West TV show. She is a yuuuge (see what I did there?) fan of Batman, so we figured it would be a neat surprise.  During the ride there, Krissi began to have contractions. “We might be having this baby today, but we are going to Comic Con first so our girl can see the Batmobile” she told me. Kash was dressed to the teeth as Batman. Cape, mask, shirt and some sweet pink chucks. She was ready.  When we arrived, the crowd was fairly small, which made it easy to get around.  We made a b-line towards the Batmobile and took some sweet pictures with her at the wheel. Kash’s face was filled with excitement and awe.  We cruised around for about an hour. Afterword’s, we checked out what Comic Con was, as both Krissi and I had never been before.  We picked up a couple trinkets for Kash and bounced, Krissi had a work meeting later that day to create new drinks.  On the way there, she reiterated to me, “Babe, this baby is coming out today.” It still hadn’t hit me that my son was going to pop out that day.  We hung out at the cantina (Krissi’s work) while she was creating new drinks for the upcoming summer season. Kash began to start her “I’m tired, but not tired” attitude, so we knew it was time to beat feet. As we left, Krissi called her mom and asked her to pick up Kash. We were going to the hospital. It was around 530 (1730 for you military types) when Maw-maw arrived to pick up our girl. Krissi and I then loaded up and headed to Maryview. Now, this hospital has a bad rap with a nickname Murderview, but the maternity ward it awesome and the staff was amazing. It looked newer than the rest of the hospital and the staff was great. It’s where Krissi and Kash were born, and it would now be Lincoln’s place of birth.  We checked in and made our way to a delivery room. Our first nurse was thankful we didn’t bring any family/baby-mama drama with us. She had been dealing with it all day from other patients. Krissi’s contractions had been ramping up all day and were becoming more frequent. We got settled in and the nurse came in to check her out. 2cm dilated. Nothing crazy, but the nurse wanted to check in another hour. An hour later, she was 3 cm dilated. So, we were able to stay for another hour.  At around 8 pm, Krissi was 6 cm. Hot Rod was on his way out.

The staff began to make preps to deliver Hot Rod.  The anesthesiologist asked me to leave the room when it came time for the epidural (I had been warned about this, thought it was silly).  It was about 10 pm, and we hadn’t yet hit critical mass. Maw-maw came up there to be with us after Kash had gone to sleep. It was then just a waiting game. Around 1130 pm, things began to happen.  The doctor made her way in, shit was getting real.  I was tasked with holding a leg while Krissi pushed. It still hadn’t hit me that my son was on his way.  I was preparing myself for a rush of emotions and maybe a little freak out when it came time, but the whole process seemed normal and didn’t faze me in the way I expected it to. I just did what the doc told me to and I was good to go. At 1203 AM on May 23rd, 2016, Lincoln Theodore Clemens was born.

There are not a lot of things that I get emotional about, but the birth of a child (I found out) is one of them.  After, the nurse cleaned him up and weighed him, she handed him to me. He came in at 8lbs and 20in (I think).  He was a little fella then, as opposed to today where he weighs 5lbs less than his 4-year-old sister. Once my wife was done with the nurses and doc, I gave him to her to hold.  Watching her for the first time with our son is something that I will never forget.  It was an amazing visual of love. (Here I am about to get all sappy, ha-ha). I stepped out of the room to call my folks.  They knew we were at the hospital and I imagine they were anxiously awaiting our phone call.  My mom picked up the phone, and I began to ball my eyes out. “Mom, you are a grandmother, again,“ I told her.  A quick conversation followed, I composed myself, and went back into the room with my wife and mother-in-law.  My sister came up for a little bit to see him about an hour later, once everything had died down. After they made sure the wife and son were good to go, they moved us to another room where my wife would be for the next couple days.

The next day, we had some family and friends visit.  It was nice to see them, broke up the monotony of being cooped up in a small hospital room.  On the 24th, we were able to check out.  Maw-maw, who had been watching Kash the past couple days, brought her up so we could go home as a family. Usually after your 2nd child they require the mother to stay for 48 hours. We were able to leave a tad early, which was nice.  That afternoon, Mom, Kash, Hot Rod, and I made our way downstairs and loaded up in the pick-em-up truck (as Kash calls it). We waived goodbye as we drove off and headed home.

The shift from one to two kids wasn’t easy, but we wouldn’t trade it for anything.  As Lincoln grows, he will more than likely be a terror (prerequisite: boy). He is a huge flirt and already giving us a run for our money.  He figured out how to climb up the stairs (while I was spotting him), and just wants to do that all the time now. It’s great for wearing him out.  He finally started sleeping through the night without screaming bloody murder. It’s been pleasant to hearing nothing but the weather outside lately. I look forward to him growing and learning, eager to teach him skills and watch him develop a personality. It’s going to be awesome.

 

Do work, be rad

Ben

 

 

I felt the need to give some background on his nickname Hot Rod. It is purely coincidence that there is a hilarious movie with the same name (which I enjoy watching after the kids are asleep). When it came to naming our son, I had suggested we name him after my father, Theodore. While Krissi liked the name, she wasn’t too thrilled about having him called Ted (my dad’s nickname) or Teddy (what my grandma called him). She liked Theo, but wasn’t 100%.  She came to me a couple weeks later and asked if I liked the name Lincoln Theodore.  It had a nice ring to it and sounded strong. My middle name is my grandfather’s name, so there is a bit of tradition in it as well. Shortly after, we learned about the song Hot Rod Lincoln by Commander Cody. It fits hit perfectly and has been his nickname since before he was born, and he has lived up to it. I can only imagine how he will pay it off in the future.