#419: Parental Anxiety

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Good evening and welcome back! Tonight, I wax poetic and use the force to discuss:

  • Why is everyone so sensitive these days?
  • “Hot teachers” and the boys they, “have sex with.”
  • My parental anxieties that I (mostly) have under control
  • Chloe Tumor News
  • And more!

Thanks for listening,

SNG

#418: Pay it Forward and Thank Someone Who Dumps You

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Hello! Welcome back! Tonight, I wax poetic about:

  • Why Pay it Forward is something we should all do more often
  • Daryl Davis is an American hero
  • How I recently screwed up as a Dad
  • Why you should thank every single person who dumped you
  • and more!!!

Thanks for listening! email me! sensitiveniceguy@gmail.com

SNG

 

 

#417: How Badly Do You Want It?

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And I’m back! Tonight, I wax poetic about:

  • “How Badly Do I Want It?” is a good thing to ask yourself if you are either going for a life prize, or putting up with a toxic relationship
  • A story from my awkward years before I found any sense of confidence
  • Why we should leave DJ Khaled alone already
  • And more!

Thanks for listening

JER

 

#416: Dunkirk, Utah Beach, USS Maine, and no this is not a History podcast

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Tonight, I wax poetic about:

  • Knowing when to treat, when to fight, and when to accept surrender in life.
  • My patreon page, and how I’m telling you all about it now in order to motivate me to get it up and running.
  • A nice parental upgrade I gave myself recently with Jack
  • A story about Tom Petty that I liked so much
  • A terrible friend zone story has made the rounds and I have some thoughts

And more!

Thanks for listening.

#415: Sex Cults and Pain

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Good evening! As I get over this year’s cold (hurray! No flu!) I blow hard and shoot the breeze regarding:

  • How no one joins a cult unless they are in pain
  • The (possible) dual personality of Dr. Huxtable
  • Why I, “Reverse-troll.”
  • Hurray! I made it to 100 days of meditation! If I can do it, so can you
  • Why I did the leap, and you should too.

And more! Thanks for listening

JER

#414: Normal Does Not Equal Right

 

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Tonight, I shoot the breeze about:

  • Just because something is normal, that doesn’t mean it’s right. This one really grinds my gears
  • My terror of the fallout of the social media generation and the narcissism that social media enables
  • Thoughts on Monterey Bay and the beauty of the, “laid-back,” personality.
  • How taking a leap is good for the soul
  • And more!

Thanks for listening.

 

#413: How You React is Your Choice

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Good evening! The show is on time! Hurrah!!!!

Tonight, I wax poetic about:

  • How choosing to see life as a series of choices (you read that correctly) makes you a happier person
  • The times I reacted properly, and not so properly, in the past
  • How Jack is teaching me to be a Dad just as I am teaching him how to be a man
  • A review of the Black Mirror episode, “San Junipero,” and a MAJOR problem I had with it (this article, though wonderful, doesn’t address the problem).
  • And oh so much more

Enjoy! Thanks for listening.

Go For it

First, the story of Pinocchio, from wikipedia:

Jiminy Cricket explains that he is going to tell a story of a wish coming true. His story begins in the workshop of a woodworker named Geppetto. Jiminy watches as Geppetto finishes work on a wooden marionette whom he names Pinocchio. Before falling asleep, Geppetto makes a wish on a star that Pinocchio be a real boy. During the night, a Blue Fairy visits the workshop and brings Pinocchio to life, although he still remains a puppet. She informs him that if he proves himself brave, truthful, and unselfish, he will become a real boy, and assigns Jiminy to be his conscience.

Well, no turning back now.

A couple of things:

1) This is the incredible Valentina Lisitsa playing my favorite piece of classic music ever, Franz Liszt’s Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2. I saw, “Who Framed Roger Rabbit, when I was 11 and was smitten with that dueling piano scene. And I hate dueling pianos.

2) Seriously. I hate dueling pianos. “SUH—WEET Car-OH-LIN….” shut it.

2.5) Just kidding, folks. Nothing but love to the wonderful musicians who entertain the masses every weekend. And much love to Neil Diamond too.

3) About 2 years ago, I decided to teach myself this piece. I made it up to the fun, “Roger Rabbit” section…and got lazy. My Dad died, writing picked up, had a baby…. I have no one to blame but myself.

4) Speaking of Jack, with everything I do, I am setting an example for him. And one big example that I must teach him is that when you start something, you finish it. Period. You do not give up when it gets hard. You don’t walk away from your commitments. You make changes, adjust, but most of all, you never give up.

5) So. Back at it. 20 minutes a day, every day, usually when my son is chilling out waiting for his evening meal. I have already found spots that I will need help with, and after I get through the entire piece on my own, I will hire a piano teacher to help me smooth out the cracks. Another lesson; seek help, seek mentors, for there is no shame in asking for help because it is in your best interests and shows humility.

6) Will I earn the right to have that dude from, “Whiplash,” tell me, “Good job!”?

Maybe. Maybe.

And back to Pinocchio: Wish upon a star for your dreams. Then you have to do the work to get there. You will fail. A lot. But you keep going. Keep going.

Keep going.

I will never play as well as Ms. Lisitsa. But I don’t have to.

I just have to try.

Have a great weekend, everyone.

JER

#412: Wish Upon A Star

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Tonight, I wax poetic about:

  • Awesome parents equals awesome kids!
  • I’m back to piano, and I WILL play this piece someday!
  • My wife got me a new hat. She’s awesome.
  • Getting over breakups doesn’t have to be so hard
  • Quick reviews of Black Mirrors, “Shut up and Dance,” and, “Playtest.”
  • What Pinocchio teaches us about going for our dreams
  • and more!

#411: Toxic People and Envy, the enemy within

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We’re back! (sorry for the lateness…got a kid…he’s so awesome). Anyway! Tonight, I wax poetic about:

  • The guy in England about to go to prison for making a joke. Seriously.
  • Updates on Chloe (the tumor hasn’t grown) and my meditation (70+ days in a row and counting!)
  • How to deal with Toxic People; cut them out of your life like the tumors that they are.
  • Once again, Envy is a signpost, not a destination
  • How Time Travel fantasies to fix the past are a fool’s errand.
  • And more!

Thanks for listening, I really appreciate it.

#410: Parenting Tips and Confronting Bullies

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Good evening! Tonight, I ramble about:

  • How I recently screwed up as a Dad. It’s hard. Even when you have an easy baby like I do.
  • Black Mirror’s, “Nosedive,” and how that show actually gave me a little hope for a change!
  • Ask for what you really want in a dating profile; it worked for me
  • Thoughts on a man confronting his bully…35 years later.
  • The right way and wrong way to deal with life’s problems

And oh so much more. Thanks for listening!

Forgiveness Isn’t for them, It’s for you

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The other day, I discussed with a friend the concept of forgiveness, more specifically, “How do I forgive someone who isn’t sorry?”

Lemme back up.

We all have a backstory, the prologue to our present and future. You have gone through life with some bumps in the road, and perhaps even some major roadblocks. You got bullied. You got abandoned. You were insulted. You were cheated on. You were assaulted. Or worse.

Whatever it is, you are still here. But your heart has scars. You are fighting a battle that no one knows about but you. The more you share, the better off we all will be, especially you.

And the more you forgive people, those scars stop hurting so much.

I know why I want to forgive people. Because I still have those scars. The more I forgive, the less the scars hurt.

With this in mind, I was reminded of Teressa Strasser discussing her deceased step-mother. This woman was, in Teressa’s words, a, “step-monster.” Many of us are children of divorce, which is a scar on the heart that never truly heals, but some of us are lucky enough to have awesome step-parents.

Ms. Strasser was not so lucky. This woman was a terrible human being who pulled a, “Divide and Conquer,” strategy between Teressa’s father and his daughter. It was successful:

I hadn’t seen her since I was 17, the day I vowed I’d never see her again – dead or alive. That was the day she hid a piece of her jewelry, a brooch shaped like a bumblebee, and tracked me down at a crowded Santa Rosa public tennis court to accuse me of stealing it while my brother and father looked on.

And then, many years later, Queen Step-Monster died. “Now what???” Teressa wondered. How do I forgive someone who isn’t sorry, but even if they could apologize, wouldn’t?

All of the rabbis I spoke with said the same thing. We don’t have to forgive, but for our own good, we should try.”

And, when she asked a Rabbi friend of hers:

“But what about that temptation I feel to do a happy dance instead of mourn? That can’t be appropriate.

“Mourn the relationship that should have been,” said Rabbi Ed Feinstein of Valley Beth Shalom. “Sit down with a glass of wine and ask yourself, how nice would it have been if she had been supportive, protective, fun to be with?”

Where I think Teressa is going here, and her rabbi’s advice is as well, is that forgiving someone is not for the villain in your life, it’s for you. So that you don’t walk around with that pain in your heart. So that you don’t suffer any more by allowing this monster to live in your head, rent free, torturing you every day.

Damn gremlin. But doesn’t this mean that if you forgive someone, they will keep on hurting you?

I ran this past my therapist, who asked me if I had seen the film, “Cinderella.” I had, but it had been a while.

It’s towards the end. Cinderalla is free of her wicked step-mother (how about that?) and her evil step-sisters. She’s got her shoes and she’s got her prince. And the step-sisters show up and apologize. “We’re so sorry for the way we treated you!!! Forgive us!!”

“Okay,” Cinderalla replies, “I forgive you.” She means it.

“Great,” the step-sisters reply, “Now we can be family again!”

“Nope.”

Cinderalla shuts the door on them. She knows better. She knows that even if they are actually remorseful, truly toxic people won’t ever change. That’s a cold part of reality that we all must accept. People can be sorry for their sin while they keep sinning. And many folks can’t ever stop. This is where boundaries come in. The line in the sand. This far, no further.

Forgive them but never forget who they are.

So, if you run into the person (1 out of a million) you be the adult. You don’t stick yourself in the mud with them.

In the meantime, you meditate every day for 20 minutes, you learn self-defense, you eat healthy and spread the love.

And most of all, you forgive everyone who has ever crossed you.

It’s not for them, it’s for you.

#409: Black Mirror’s, “White Christmas,” and Social Media’s Future Dystopia

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We’re back! Tonight, I spend most of the show going through the excellent Black Mirror special, “White Christmas,” and all that it entails, such as:

  • Our terrible collective addiction to social media
  • How jealousy is your gremlin leading you down a terrible path
  • How Artificial intelligence will either help us or hurt us; it’s our choice
  • The main character in the episode, if only wasn’t a sociopath, could have helped people instead of hurting them
  • And so much more.

Thank you for listening. Let’s keep this going!

PS: Here is a very interesting take on the episode:

#408: Learn from the Past, Live in the Present, Prepare for the Future

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Welcome back! Tonight, my best friend from high school Dan joins me in the SNG Fortress as we discuss:

  • Thoughts on, “T2: Trainspotting,” and how far we’ve come in the 22 years since graduating high school
  • Being Dads to sons and what it means to be a man in the 21st century
  • The understandable desire to travel back in time and do things all over again
  • How happiness every day depends on your attitude
  • And more…so much more

Enjoy!

#407: What Would Ip Man Do?

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Welcome back! Tonight, I go through the excellent, “Ip Man,” and draw the following conclusions from this wonderful man and character:

  • Stay Humble in success
  • Let Others save face
  • Fellas, Respect your wives
  • Take Nothing for Granted
  • Control your emotions, don’t let them control you
  • Learn how to Defend yourself
  • Have Empathy for your Enemy
  • Fight with all of your might against Tyranny

“Ip Man,” is available to stream on Netflix. Enjoy!

Dealing with Anger the Rick Carson Way

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Simply notice.

That I am learning this lesson not only from meditation and therapy, but from Rick Carson’s wonderful book, “Taming Your Gremlin,” is a blessing; the more people take this attitude, in my opinion, the better off we’ll all be.

With that in mind, I decided to actually do the work instead of skipping through it, as I have done with many other books (not all, of course, like the War of Art). Rick asks the reader to do a thought experiment with ANGER. He notes:

“Acknowledging  your beliefs and/or habits does not require one to be cautious. Doing so does not mean that you need to change anything. Of course, your gremlin will have you judge your responses. Instead, simply notice and relax.

Here are my results (questions in bold):

1. I imagine that those who know me well would say that when I am angry I yell, boil up with rage. Throw imaginary punches. Say the wrong thing. Say or do something I will regret later.

2. When I’m angry with someone I know well, I tend to either bottle it up, or yell.

3. When I’m angry with someone I don’t know well, I tend to bottle it up.

4. If I suspect someone is angry with me, I feel…it depends. Scared, amused. But most of the time, guilty and I tend to…it depends. If I’m scared, back off, if I’m amused, mock, and the times I’m guilty, try to make amends.

5. A recent time I felt angry at another person was when a drunk idiot hit on my wife, right in front of me, ‘If you weren’t married, I’d try to hook up with you.’

6. At that time, I chose to say nothing. I let it go. I didn’t escalate. “He was drunk,” was my excuse not to break this shithead’s jaw.

7. As I remember that experience now, I notice that I am angry at myself for not standing up for my wife, even though she and another female friend told me that I did the right thing.

8. If I had allowed my anger to be reflected in my voice and my words in a manner that was absolutely uncensored, I imagine that I would have put my finger in his face and threatened to beat the shit out of him. However, that is my monkey brain talking, and I would regret it. Instead, ideally, I would downshift that into the action of getting in between him and my wife and say, gently but firmly, “Alright, buddy, That’s enough.” There was a bouncer nearby (that I was actually friendly with; poor guy spent most of his shift stopping people from having sex in the hot tub(s), and the last thing I would want to do is give him another headache.

9. Then I think I would have felt like I stood up for my wife and myself without going neither alpha nor beta. Gamma. While it is a fact that my wife is an independent woman, can take care of herself and will always tell me if I need to step in, it still infuriated me. Not at the drunk moron, but at myself.

As for 10 and 11, my parents were wonderful people, and aren’t here to defend themselves. They were loving, devoted, and just as human as the rest of us. Hence, to that last point, I’ll leave it be. No parents are perfect, and I am certainly not nor will I be with Jack. They did the best they could, and they were the best I could hope for.

#406: You Are Not Your Past…Seriously

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Good evening! Tonight, I wax poetic about:

  • Why the yoga folks are right about living in the moment
  • Annual Valentine’s Day advice
  • How Rocky Balboa has some good advice about attacking your gremlin
  • Controlling your emotions by taming your gremlin
  • Some encouraging news about my cat’s cancer
  • And more!

Enjoy!

You Can Do Anything: The Philadelphia Eagles are Super Bowl Champions

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Some say you are either and optimist, or a pessimist. It has much to do with your DNA mix as it does with the long-form equation that is your life experience. Me? I’m about an 80/20 split of optimism to pessimism, but for my chosen NFL football team, the Philadelphia Eagles (or rather, they chose me), until last Sunday, you could flip those numbers.

Not anymore.

I was never a football fan until my late father, John Richard Rockwell, brought my brother and I to Veterans Stadium on December 22, 1991 to see my (now) beloved Philadelphia Eagles play the Washington Redskins. At the time, the Eagles would finish the season 10-6, but they were out of playoff contention. We knew that going in.

It didn’t matter. We had the best time in the world. The game was close but the Eagles pulled out a W. I had never had that jock jams song before (The Hey Song). It fired up the whole crowd of Eagles fanatics. And I’ll never forget a certain Defensive Tackle waving his arms up and down, encouraging the crowd to encourage the team to stop the Redskin’s incredible offense. That man was Jerome Brown, #99, and sadly, he was killed in a car accident the following June in his hometown of Brooksville, Florida. This would be the last game of his life.

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Only saw him once and I’ll never forget him

However, two things happened. I became a fan for life, and I would never forget Jerome.

The following fall, my freshman year of high school, my late mother bought me a Philadelphia Eagles jacket that I still have in my closet to this day. Completely coincidently, she bought me said-jacket on a Monday night, the same night as Monday Night Football, the MNF in which the Eagles beat the Dallas Cowboys, our bitter rival. Various classmates gave me a hard time the next day with quotes like, “Oh, you’re just wearing that because they won.” My response, “Yes, I got my Mom to drive me back to mall at 11 o’clock at night, convinced the sporting goods store to open back up so that I could get a jacket. Got it.”

Anyway, those of us citizens of Eagles Nation have always been given a hard time by opposing fans. But that’s not the worst thing. My love of Philadelphia Eagles began right around the time that my pure unadulaterated hatred of not the Dallas Cowboys, not their fans from Texas, but their fair-weather fans from elsewhere who jumped on the bandwagon during the Troy Aikman era. Like this moron in my high school who said, upon seeing my jacket, “EAGLES SUCK.”

“Okay, who is your team?”

“Dallas.”

Of course, he never step foot in Dallas. At least I’m guessing that’s true.

Fire ahead to 2008. I had given up on my writing career, devolved back into the coward I was growing up. While attending business school, I took a job as a bartender in Westwood, CA at a place called Philly West. There, I grew as a person and began to gain back my confidence. I learned the kind of humility that one can only learn working in the service industry. Everyone should do this at least once in their lives to see what it’s like and get a lesson in empathy you will never forget, especially when you deal with human beings who have turned too many times to alcohol for comfort.

And, did I say I was a fan of the Eagles? While working at Philly West, bartending every single Eagles game for the 2009-2010 season, I got went from a regular fan to a radicalized one. Don’t know why, don’t know how, don’t care. What’s done is done.

My chosen profession of writing and my unchosen fandom both have been called, “A Debt of Honor.” Truth be told, I didn’t chose either one of these; they chose me. It hasn’t been easy, but I had all of this history in mind when I sat down at Philly West last Sunday, February 4th, to face the New England Patriots. I rolled up 2 hours early, a 40-year old grown man in a jersey. Oh wait, which jersey? This one:

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When I became radicalized, I bought that in Philadelphia while visiting friends. They didn’t have any McNabb shirts at the store I bought it from, but they did have that one, and instantly, that was the jersey for me. “Bring it Home for Jerome,” the saying goes.

At Philly West on Super Bowl Sunday, I sat down at the bar. They had a reserved spot just for me:

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While I scarfed down a delicious chicken cheesesteak and cheese fries, I thought about all of the loss and disappointment. All of the taunts and insults. The insults to the fandom that we have, in some ways, earned (piss off SANTA CLAUS WAS DRUNK!). I thought about our heartbreaking loss in Super Bowl XXXIX to, that’s right, Tom Brady and the New England Patriots. 4 more goddamn points and we would have won. A bridge too far. It hurt, still did (not anymore!). I thought about the Andy Reid years with McNabb, how we would come SO CLOSE, but never quite get it done. Oh, the Chip Kelly disaster and Howie getting kicked upstairs. Will we ever get a break? And I thought about my late Dad, who never got to see the Eagles win the big one.

It ain’t easy being an Eagles fan. It’s really not easy being a writer. I thought about all the people, such as myself, who still haven’t “made it,” yet in our chosen profession of our dreams. I wondered about all the people who got so close to success, but gave up. Was that me? Damn right it was. And now I’m 40. I’m done, right? Done. At least I have the Eagles…oh wait.

We had embraced our underdog status all throughout the season (especially when we lost Carson Wentz), but every single member of Eagles Nation was shitting bricks. Please, football gods, let us have this.

They eventually would do just that. By now, you know what happened. A miracle occured in Minneapolis.

Nick Foles brought the city of Philadelphia the Lombardi trophy, and that’s when it hit me; you can accomplish anything. Wait, anything? Not exactly. We’ll get to that.

Back to the miracle. Against all odds, we have a ring with a backup QB who broke his collarbone four years ago, and got traded, benched, and almost retired. He was done. The love of the game was gone. Then he went on a vision quest of sorts with his brother-in-law, spoke with his wife, and prayed to God. Whatever was said on that trip isn’t for us to know. It doesn’t matter. He came back, first to Kansas City under Andy Reid, then returned to Philadelphia as a backup QB to the up-and-coming franchise QB Carson Wentz. In Wentz, we believed (and still do) that we have found our guy in Carson.

In addition to being a wonderful man on and off the field, he brought us win after win, and we were 10-2 when we came to Los Angeles to play the Rams.

Where horror struck us right in the nuts.

My son was born on December 1st, and with a newborn at home, I had an excuse not to go to the Coliseum to see the birds. I was nervous about the Rams (they were good this year) but never thought…wait…WHAT????

The crunch:

Foles came in and finished the game for us, securing a post-season spot. But me, like everyone in Eagles Nation, was…a deer in the headlights of life.

I sat in my backyard and stared at the wall. We’re done, we’re done…please, football gods, please let it just be a sprained ankle or something.

The next morning, all of us waiting for Coach Pederson’s press conference. Then he arrived. Stoic, mature, fearless and without an ounce of bullshit, he came right out with it; torn ACL. Out for a year.

Season over.

We’re done, we all thought, we’re absolutely done.

When my head hit the pillow that night, I asked myself, why do I care so much? Good question. I’m reminded of a line from 2005’s, “Fever Pitch,” in which a little boy asks Red Sox super-fan Jimmy Fallon, “You love the Red Sox…have they ever loved you back?”

The answer is, of course, no, they haven’t. They can’t. My wife, my son, my dog, my cat, they love me back. But the Eagles? Nope nope nope. Yet we still love our teams? Why? Working on it. Sense of community? Inspiration? Sure, but boy does it hurt to see them lose.

We in Eagles Nation are a pessimestic bunch for a reason. And we thought, that’s it. Done. No one believed in us. Truth be told, neither did we. It just wasn’t in the cards for us to ever get a break. As Hudson said, game over man, game over.

But then this happened, which occured right after the Eagles clinched a playoff spot in Los Angeles:

Doug and Macolm. It’s in our hands. We wanted to take business for ourselves. We’re playing for something bigger now, boys, Dig in dig in for the next few weeks. Carson being out, that sucks, but dig this. We set this up, whoever is in this room, this is who we ride with; We all we got, we all we need. You know what’s in our minds. No excuses.

We were not done.

Because we had a leader in Coach Pederson, a leader in Malcolm Jenkins, and it turns out, we never really knew Nick Foles until the playoffs. We underestimated him. I certainly did. I was wrong.

Philadelphia. The city of my literal birth (45th and Market) and my spiritual birth (University of Pennsylvania Class of 2000). We don’t stand for violence, though it happens. We don’t stand for throwing snowballs or eating horse poop (damn it). Outsiders give us a hard time in that our biggest sports hero is fictional. Of course, they miss the point and don’t get what really matters; our spirit. It is Rocky; WE ARE ALL ROCKY. What do we stand for?

This:

“Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It’s a very mean and nasty place and I don’t care how tough you are it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain’t about how hard ya hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done! Now if you know what you’re worth then go out and get what you’re worth. But ya gotta be willing to take the hits, and not pointing fingers saying you ain’t where you wanna be because of him, or her, or anybody! Cowards do that and that ain’t you! You’re better than that!”

The Eagles, and us fans, eventually embraced our underdog status:

Next Man Up. Persevernace. Grit. Never. Give up.

From friends and fans from other teams (oddly enough, many from the Ft. Worth area) cries of, “One and out,” and, “No chance,” came flooding our way. And when they actually won, the dismissive quips came flooding in. You cheated (shut up). The refs let you have it (prove it). You only won because the refs gave you a break (Hey assholes, we won with a backup QB WHILE missing 6 core players. Suck on that).

About those dismissive comments: they do it because it’s easier for them to right them off. It makes them feel happier in the moment, but not in the long run. They don’t see that because they’re in pain and feel that if they can knock you down, the pain will go away.

They make excuses.

I wasn’t suprised that they would write us off before and after the game, and yet…but yet…the team…reminded me…

NO EXCUSES.

Never “listen” to your critics. At least, don’t listen to them in the way they want you to. Don’t listen to them on their terms; convert it to how it helps you on your terms. Your enemies can be your adversaries and only such, or they can also be your teacher. Your choice. The Eagles, with all the setbacks and accidents of the seasons, certainly made the right one, and that is why the 2017 Eagles are one of the best teachers…the good kind…I’ve ever seen.

You can accomplish anything. Within reason, that is; if you are 5’7’’ and want to be 6’10’’, that ain’t happening.

But with most things in life; how many would-be champions, filmmakers, star ball players, astronauts, SEALS, you name it, have we been deprived of because they gave up? Because they couldn’t go the extra mile?

You’re too old.

You’re not good enough.

They don’t want you.

You’re too (FILL IN STUPID BLANK).

Which is worse, hearing that from someone else, or from your internal gremlin?

You tell me.

Man alive, I’ve never felt more fired up in my life. I’m 40 years old and I’m not as successful as I want to be. And it’s 100% my fault. I was a coward. Not anymore. The Philadelphia Eagles are Super Bowl Champions. With Nick Foles. As Super Bowl MVP.

We can do anything. That may not be literally true, but don’t tell your gremlin that.

We can end the divide between men and women and bring true equality without mysogyny or misandrism; the Eagles are Super Bowl Champions.

We get our nation out of debt, stop war, we can do anything; the Eagles are Super Bowl Champions. It’s in our grasp.

Anything, if we can touch it, we can grab it. I can get my books published and become a successful author, voice over actor, and podcast host.

I can get weight down to my goal and keep it there, permanently. I can finally become a true gentleman. I can get my orange belt, then my green belt, blue, brown…and black belt before I turn 50.

I can be the best husband and father on the planet, a title that we can all equally share together, fellas.

We can do it.

We can do anything.

Fly Eagles Fly.

Much love, and good luck,

JER

#405: You Can Do Anything!

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Tonight’s podcast is, first and foremost, dedicated to each and every member of #eaglesnation. We did it. We brought it home for Jerome. Our beloved team scratched and clawed their way to victory and in doing so, stunned the sports world in such a way that was instantly legendary.

However, I have done my best today to show not only non-Eagles fans, but non sports fans what we can learn from this amazing team and utilize in all areas of life, such as:

  • The Grit and Perseverance of Nick Foles and the entire team
  • “Next Man Up” and what it means to you
  • “We all we got, We all we need”
  • The excellent leadership of Doug Pederson

Enjoy, and FLY EAGLES FLY!!!!!

JER

 

 

#404: Meditation isn’t just for Hippies

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Good evening! Tonight, I wax poetic about:

  • The joys of meditation and calming the heck down
  • Why struggle and setting goals is great for relationships and career as long as you detach from the outcome
  • Why finding someone to root for who is more successful than you is important
  • Don’t send dick picks, guys. Just don’t. Do that, you’re a loser.
  • Seriously. Don’t.

Enjoy!