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Klein is shining, save for that one missed tackle. Sent from my Galaxy Nexus using CarolinaHuddle mobile app

I honestly think Getts doesn't know shiz about o lines. He's had the same mess for 2 years and hasn't done dick. Sent from my Galaxy Nexus using CarolinaHuddle mobile app

Ya think? They're getting pushed around by the Bills second string front 7. Sent from my Galaxy Nexus using CarolinaHuddle mobile app

...What are you going to do on the bye week?

BTW, I just got a Dashboard cam for my birthday. From my Russian girlfriend's dad. Russians love their dashboard cams. Seriously though, this day in age, you need one.

Bicycle pants were put on this earth to even out the good brought by yoga pants.

Right next door to Liam Nissan.

If you ever wondered what Bubonic plague looked like, well... Sent from my Galaxy Nexus using CarolinaHuddle mobile app

Don't take it personally. It's how I assume every heterosexual man will die. Case in point.

Car accident while rubber-necking a stacked chick on the side of the road. Mark it down.

Well shoot. I've got to be honest.

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Aren't you the least bit encouraged by the fact that for once someone who fell and writhed in pain in a soccer game was actually injured? *edit* BTW, on one hand I wish that video clip had a soundtrack. But on the other, there is no way it could possibly be more entertaining than the cartoonish Hanna-Barbera bite sound effect I hear in my head when I watch it.

Have you ever been so mad in a soccer game that you bit a guy on the shoulder?

One night our Krav Maga instructor phoned in sick at the last minute, so they merged us with the CrossFit class for a night. We had all been joking about it, because to the MMA guys, we all just thought that CrossFit was just the gym equivalent of Zumba, because it was basically just an all girl's class, and involved no contact. I can that Biscuit is right about one thing; you get out of it what you put into it. I remember being so exhausted that by the end of the class I couldn't lift myself off the mat. But that was also probably a function of a) being in a room full of my buddies doing what we considered a girly exercise program, and no one wanted to half-ass it, so we all went 100% the whole time, and it was a room full of hot 20-something chicks in yoga pants. Of COURSE we were trying to show off. But that was about 4 years ago at this point. When we did it, it was basically an Insanity workout, with some kettle-bells, jump rope and pull-ups sprinkled in. Who knows how they run it now? It seems like they just do absurd workouts and bizarre techniques in an effort to seem hard core. But before you discount it, go check out the class and see how they run it. It all hinges on the instructor. See if they are just doing showy stuff. Because outside of the day we did a Tabata workout in class (4 people out of about 24 threw up), that CrossFit was the most exhausting workout I ever did.

Weighed in this morning: 207.6! Still a far piece from my goal weight of 190, but considering I started the year at 235 and in the worst shape of my life, I'll take it! Feeling good heading to the beach this weekend, and for the first time, 190 looks like a realistic goal. When I was about 215, I was thinking, "Jeez, this doesn't look like I need to lose 25 more pounds." But as the clothes fit better, I feel better, and I'm sweating less in the heat, I can see there is still room for improvement, so I'm gonna keep at it, and hopefully reach my goal weight before Summer is over.

Why was Dali signing with Picasso's name? Sent from my Galaxy Nexus using CarolinaHuddle mobile app

Saw La Roux in DC last Sunday. Really looking forward to her new album in July. Her sophomore effort sounds more refined and cynical. Looking forward to it.

AC in our building went out yesterday (again. Welcome to DC). The weight room was 98 degrees, so I noped out. Think you guys could manage it? To me, that just seems like it would be taxing on your heart, and would dehydrate you and give you muscle injuries.

God do I hate selfies. It used to be you could just take a funny picture of something. Now you have to make sure half your face appears in the picture, you're holding up a peace sign (for some reason), and then you spend 20 minutes picking the right Instagram filter that's appropriate for ruining the last modicum of humor in your photo. Sigh... Oh well