Gotta love Coach Munson.....
His advice for the Snelling Road Race:
Coach Munson here.
The other night I was home on the couch doing some lung expansion excercises while watching Episode IV: A New Hope on DVD. You non-informed out there might refer to this film as "Star Wars."
So I'm watching the movie and having a pretty good time since the lung expansion exercises segued to English muffins dolloped with Nutella by the time the Millenium Falcon got tractor-beamed into the Death Star. I had a grand old time right up to the part where Princess Leia awarded medals of honor to Han and Luke.
I never noticed this before, but thanks to my heightened mental state, I realized that while Chewbacca had the honor of standing alongside Luke and Han, he was completely shafted when it came to being awarded medal of honor to call his own. What the heck? Was Princess Leia so attracted to her long lost twin brother that she completely forgot that Chewbacca did just as much work as Luke and Han when it came to rescuing her prissy butt from the bowels of the Death Star?
Even worse, did she think Han had no need for a co-pilot when he sniped Darth Vader's Tie-Fighter from behind so Luke could get a clean shot at the exhaust port with his proton torpedos?
So what if he's 800 years-old, covered in hair and communicates through grunting? Chewbacca deserved a medal. Not even a French figure skating judge could orchestrate that grand of a hose job.
The mission I give to you team putting a wheel to the startline this weekend is simple: leave-the-Snac-Packs-and-psychological-warfare-at-home-simple. When the gun goes off, I want each of you to be thinking about one thing - and that's poor Chewbacca not getting a medal. It is up to each and every one of you to give it everything you've got to win a medal in the name of good 'ol Chewbacca. You deserve it. He deserves it. Keep the rubber side down.
Coach Munson out.
Coach Munson here.
The other night I was home on the couch doing some lung expansion excercises while watching Episode IV: A New Hope on DVD. You non-informed out there might refer to this film as "Star Wars."
So I'm watching the movie and having a pretty good time since the lung expansion exercises segued to English muffins dolloped with Nutella by the time the Millenium Falcon got tractor-beamed into the Death Star. I had a grand old time right up to the part where Princess Leia awarded medals of honor to Han and Luke.
I never noticed this before, but thanks to my heightened mental state, I realized that while Chewbacca had the honor of standing alongside Luke and Han, he was completely shafted when it came to being awarded medal of honor to call his own. What the heck? Was Princess Leia so attracted to her long lost twin brother that she completely forgot that Chewbacca did just as much work as Luke and Han when it came to rescuing her prissy butt from the bowels of the Death Star?
Even worse, did she think Han had no need for a co-pilot when he sniped Darth Vader's Tie-Fighter from behind so Luke could get a clean shot at the exhaust port with his proton torpedos?
So what if he's 800 years-old, covered in hair and communicates through grunting? Chewbacca deserved a medal. Not even a French figure skating judge could orchestrate that grand of a hose job.
The mission I give to you team putting a wheel to the startline this weekend is simple: leave-the-Snac-Packs-and-psychological-warfare-at-home-simple. When the gun goes off, I want each of you to be thinking about one thing - and that's poor Chewbacca not getting a medal. It is up to each and every one of you to give it everything you've got to win a medal in the name of good 'ol Chewbacca. You deserve it. He deserves it. Keep the rubber side down.
Coach Munson out.
posted by Chico Cyclist at 10:54 AM
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