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themselves alone in the woods and suddenly confronted by an enraged grizzly bear. He
began back peddling towards the door. He then went into full panic mode, wheeled and ran
through the door. Ken sat back down, I sat back down. The atmosphere was electric with
hostility.
“Damn Kenny, you got a nice touch with the general public.” I said. He shook his head;
opened the refrigerator; and took out two bottles of Miller beer. Twisting off the tops and
tossing them in the trash, he sat one in front of me. “See—the problem with those types is
they come in and plop down a lot of dough. Then they pay up for a year in advance and
$300 bucks to them is like walking around money…we got lots of Yale type guys around
here. The money is great at the time and I take it and spend it inside a week. Then I have to
put up with the asshole for an entire year. They demand I drop every freaking thing from
the moment they walk through the door until they leave. They bitch and complain because
they aren’t making any progress, but they can’t make any progress on account of they have
the pain tolerance of a 9 year old girl! They run their yaps all the time until one day I blow
up and someone gets physically ejected. Then I got a lawsuit on my hands. Half of them are
lawyers.” Ken, I later learned, was big on physical ejections.
Mic Golden was a USA assistant coach to Sean Scully. Mic was a
Fantano protégé and had once respectfully asked Kenny to devise a
bench press routine for him. Mic was maybe 20 years old at the time.
On one occasion the bench poundage scheduled for that particular
day and training session was 220-pounds for whatever combination
of sets and reps Ken had predetermined. Mic was hitting his bench
presses when suddenly Ken comes roaring out from behind the
counter. He was mad as a hornet and off his iron stool waving a
huge sausage finger in Mic’s face.
Ken says, “What was on the F*%King bench press schedule today?”
“220!” Says Mic.
“So why is there 225 on the bar?”
“Because with 220 I got to load up two 45s then two 35-pound
plates, then two 5-pound plates then two 2.5 pound plates—with
225 I just load up four 45-pound plates!”
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