500th Episode Special

SOTG 500 - 500th Episode Special

SOTG 500 – 500th Episode Special
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We made it and we are happy to share our 500th episode with you all. Many listeners were kind enough to share their stories with us and we will share them with you. Thank you to everyone of you for being out there and listening louder.

During our Fighting Fitness segment from SWAT Fuel, Paul will talk about taking care of your body and Jarrad will discuss rehabilitating injured muscles. Christmas is coming and the Professor has some suggestions for stocking stuffers during our Brownells Bullet Points segment.

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Topics Covered During This Episode:

  • #FightingFitness brought to you by SWAT Fuel: Take care of your body, get a massage!
  • 500th Episode Special: How did we get here?
  • Audio from YOU. The boys play call-ins from the audience.
  • Brownells Bullet Points: Tools for Stocking Stuffers – Multi-bit screwdriver kit, M16/AR15 wrench

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I was in elementary school when America was in love with disco music, Reggie Jackson, and mood rings. Looking back, it was a great time to be a kid. Most days in the summer, I would eat a quick bowl of cereal, head out the door and off on my bike I would go. My friends and I would exchange baseball cards, ramp our bikes of off most any sloping stationary object, and if we could put together enough pocket change, buy a Slurpee from the 7/11.

My parents parents and their brothers and sisters all lived within short drives of each other. We would routinely spend Sunday’s afternoons at Grandma and Grandpa’s house (dad’s side) or frequent the houses of aunts and uncles for birthday gatherings, summer barbecues and cook outs. My siblings and I had many cousins to play with at family get-togethers.

In our large extended family, only my Uncle Jim and Aunt Marie had no children. As a kid you just assume that all married men and women have children and when they don’t it is an odd situation. When you go for a visit there aren’t other kids toys with which to play.

I recalled overhearing the adults talking and picking up bits and pieces like “…they have been trying” or “…it’s really a shame”. Of course, later in life I would come to understand that Marie was barren and could not have children. That fact would seem to explain why Uncle Jim and Aunt Marie always had dogs.

Jim and Marie lived out in the county and had several acres surrounding their house. Compared to our home on a small lot in the city, they were “country folks”. When we’d visit we would always run around their huge back yard area and play with their dogs who would sniff us up and down. “They smell your dog.” Jim would remind us.

Uncle Jim, though when asked how many dogs they had would reply “one too many”, loved those creatures. Jim and Marie often watched other people’s dogs when they went out of town. It was not surprising that, when a friend of a friend had to relocate across country and could not take his dog, Uncle Jim got the call.

Jim and Marie took in “Candy” a black and brown mix with floppy ears and soulful eyes. Candy was about 18 months old her owner told Jim when they met and he dropped her off. Candy became a part of the family quickly and I soon met her on a weekend visit.

During one visit I heard my parents and Jim and Marie talking about how they had “assumed” that Candy had been spayed. It turned out she had not been and one of the neighbor’s dogs had “gotten to her”.  Uncle Jim acted annoyed, but deep down I think he was excited too.

It was not long until we kids had puppies to play with at Uncle Jim and Aunt Marie’s house. Candy had five of the cutest puppies you could imagine. Of course, all puppies are cute. Jim had made arrangements for four of the five to be given to friends or friends of friends. We already had a dog at home and my dad said that one was enough for us. Jim and Marie kept one of Candy’s puppies and named her “Lady”.

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