It’s the little changes in your life that make all the difference in wether you succeed in your life or not. Let me use golf as an example. When you swing a golf club and shank it in the pond that is 100 yards down the course and start cussing up a storm. I got news for you, YOU DIDN’T MISS BY THAT MUCH! If that golf club is one or two degrees in the right direction that ball is in the middle of the fairway. What i’m saying is if you make a few small changes today (one or two degrees) in the right direction you might not notice an immediate change. But as the days pile up like the yards, your ball and your life will be right on course.
Had a great first night of practice… Damn I miss playing under those lights with friends who became my brothers. We use to play yard football pretending we were under those lights since we were five years old. Make the most of this opportunity guys and you do that by not taking a practice “off”, not a play “off”, not a drill “off”, not even one metal rep on the sidelines OFF . I’m glad to be coming along on this ride with you guys as a coach, crutches and all. #midnight_madness #coachJWolf
I got no clue how this got previously deleted.
Just benched 405 with all the chains (around 540 at the top) with Justin Farley spotting me. Another goal I set 2 1/2 years ago sitting in that motel room with a wrecked pec after calling Eastern Michigan to tell them I probably wasn’t going to be able to be looked at as a preferred walk on ( I couldn’t bench 135 at the time) … Funny thing is, the doctors/physical therapists told me I’d never bench heavy again. Regardless of what happens in the future with my torn Achilles. I just want to thank everyone who has supported throughout these last few years and continues to support me.. But that’s enough time reflecting and looking back. It’s time to map out a comeback.
My strength didn’t come from lifting weights. My strength came from lifting myself up every time I was knocked down. -bob Moore …. I’d just like to thank everyone who has wished me well publicly and privately as well as the prayers that were sent up to The Lord. I hope someday soon I can help support those who have supported me.
Happy fourth of July and thank you to everyone who fought to provide us our freedoms and still continue to fight for them. My question is what are you doing with these freedoms? To my friends we owe it to these people who fought to protect our freedoms, to be the best versions of ourselves that we can be. Here is a seen from my favorite movie. (harsh language used)
Pop open a beer, kick back on your cabin’s front porch and see what makes yoopers say “Oh yah, you betcha!”
Rest in peace old friend. Instead of telling about the details of a few days ago, I’ll tell you about how Bridget lived. Bridget Amy Wolf had a rough life for her first few years. She couldn’t have been more then 5lbs as pup. Yet her first owner kept her chained outside year round (harsh winters and all). Her second owner said he was “too old” for a young dog (he also had a 100lb Rottweiler who Bridget was best friends with.) I’ll never forget the day my mom got her; my dad, Eli, and I were all down at a tigers games. When I got back to the hotel I sprinted to the phone to call my mom, as soon as she picked up the only thing I said was “did you get the dog?” … Man did she love our yard she would explore and chase after chipmunks (sometimes she’d even catch one.) She was probably the reason why Eli and I were so good at hitting a baseball and probably why we were so slow. She’d fetch the ball for hours, she got great at catching the ball off of one hop and she even once actually caught the ball in the air. She wasn’t the “traditional” bird hunting dog, but damn she was good at it. My dad would let her smell some partridge feathers and boom off she went working both sides of the road flushing out anything and everything. I’ll miss rubbing her belly and our sumo wrestling dance until we got to each other and I’d pick her up and rub her belly. She very well could’ve been one of the toughest dogs ever, all 10lbs of her. She survived being lost out in the woods for 10 hours . She bounced back from multiple surgeries the most notable one was when she had a vestibular disease. She survived a coyote attack (thanks to my mom). But her toughest act came just a few weeks ago. We all knew her liver was failing but she was too weak to walk for about a week and we were thinking about putting her down. I held her the night before we were going to put her down for a good hour or two. Then out of no where the next morning she started walking again and eating some food. I’m very thankful for these last few weeks I got to spend with her. I think she knew I couldn’t stand losing her and hung on to ease the pain. Rest in peace old friend. I love you.