When the family made a trip to another state for the birthday parties of my father and sister, we ate lunch one day at Lambert's Cafe. There was a strength testing machine. My brothers, son, and I had to give it a try. So we gathered up enough money and went to town.
I went first. Here is how it works: There is a mechanical bull's head with horns which, after inserting the money into the maching, the player is to try to push the horns together to see how the machine rates his strength. Here I am working at it.
And here is the machine's rating of my performance.
Being a late thirty-something, being rated good enough to be a quarterback really made me happy. That is a status with which I can live.
JT went next. We did not get a shot of him working at it but here are his results. As he is 13, this may have done a little something for his over inflated ego but he was back to his normal self in about an hour.
Chris went next. Here he is working at it.
And, his score was the best of all of us. He is athletic and, my sister says, he has the metabolic rate of a humming bird. So, it stands to reason he would do the best.
Russ went last.
Oh, I love Russ so. However, he is too laid back to do well and I gloated I did better than he did. Of the adults, he is the youngest and placed last.
It was a lot of fun and I will have something to gloat about for a while now. Russ knows I will not let this one die!
-j
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