Waiting for Franken

The week ends, and still no response from Mr. Franken or his press agent. I suppose he’s having too much fun heaping coals on a drug addict going into recovery to defend the manhood of the Democratic party. I was cranking up Creed on the way to the gym today and that, combined with the thought of going back into training mode, got me fired up to hit the weights hard. Topped out preacher curls with five reps at 120 today, which was the first time I’ve done that in a while. It felt so good that I’m thinking it might be time to get back with the whey protein.

A few people have emailed over the last two weeks to say that they think that it is unfair, or cowardly or somehow otherwise reprehensible to challenge a 51 year-old man. I disagree, as this argument entirely ignores the point that Mr. Franken himself was responsible for introducing the concept of adding a physical element to the political debate. No doubt after reading chapter 38 of Mr. Franken’s new book, Rich Lowry was wishing he had taken Mr. Franken up on his challenge.

Second, I’ll be perfectly happy to accept a challenge from any national media figure interested in a little banging after Mr. Franken responds in the affirmative to mine. What people don’t realize about full-contact fighters – and street brawlers, for that matter – is that they are not confident because of what they can do to you. They are confident because they not only know what to expect if things don’t go well, they know they can take it because they’ve experienced it before. I’ve been knocked out, I’ve had numerous bones broken and I’ve crawled across a concrete floor spitting blood while desperately trying to get air into my lungs. You see, I fully accept the possibility that Mr. Franken or another opponent might do a little damage here and there, but so what? It would hardly be the first time.