Damn, and I thought roadies were sensitive…
Welcome to the Super Mega Blog Blowout Showdown! Gloves are off! Ding ding, round one!
I never meant to hurt anyone’s feelings and rest-assured that I know most triathletes out there could hand me my ass on a platter on any given day.
So, let this be an announcement to the world! (Or at least the ten people reading this blog)
I love you triathletes! It’s only a joke! I love you so much! I respect and worship you! I can’t hang! You destroy me. I succumb to your hyper-fitness. I am conquered.
And, Joe, I definitely haven’t seen any triathlons on television. I’ll bet they’re really hard, but I’m just going to have to take your word for it. Too tough for me.
By the way, J-Lo isn’t returning my calls so if you know how I can get a hold of her, I’d appreciate any help there. I figure if I go train with her maybe she’ll loan me a pair of $350 Tom Ford sunglasses and I can “forget” to give them back. Or maybe she’ll just give me a really expensive celebrity-only nutrition bar. Either way…