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Gonna fly now:
Yglesias and I are talking about Rocky Balboa. I mention I'm looking forward to seeing it. He remarks, with trademark enthusiastic gesticulation, that he doesn't understand why Rocky "doesn't just die." A fair question, if somewhat beside the filmic point. Myself, I wonder how in good conscience RB's reigning heavyweight champ, Mason "The Line" Dixon, could accept a challenge from a senior citizen.
Then Yglesias goes a step further. "I promise you," he promises, "I could take out any 60-year-old there is." As the owl said: oh, really? It's not that he's not in fighting shape. Matt's a healthy specimen, 6-foot-1 and 215 pounds. His reach is an impressive 70 inches. But surely there's a 60-year-old out there who wants to test his mettle against a rising champion. Quoth Rocky, "What's wrong with going toe-to-toe against someone and saying, 'I am'?" Nothing at all. So if you're out there, Silver Lightning, Herring Wonder, Studebaker Insurgent, contact me through this blog. Let's get a card together. I'll put together the event. --Spencer Ackerman
I don't think that a 70" reach is all that for a 6'1 guy...besides, from what I can tell, Spence is totally the scrapper of the house. (see, e.g., skullf*****) |
