The Way of the Fist
March 31st, 2007
Here’s a pic of me finding out Mom and I are going to a Yoga class today. I’m surprised. The classes were in Alameda so we got to have some ice cream with Bob and Krista afterwards. The lady who ran our class was very nice and sang silly songs while we practiced our yoga. Oddly, dad kept calling her “sensei”. I brought Pink Piggy along for company, as you can see in the action shots of my day at the Yoga studio. Dad sat by the door and shouted encouragement.
Dad: Defeat does not exist in this dojo, does it?!
Dad: We do not train to be merciful here. Mercy is for the weak.
Dad: Sweep the LEG, Johnny!
Eventually, we sneaked out the back while dad was assuring the other moms their children would be safe until the tournament…but if they didn’t show, it would be “open season.”
Piglet on…Piglet off…
Bonus Photo:
Here you can see the further deterioration of Dad’s hair situation as we pose with my first ever Academy Awards ballot. I lost a point on Animated Short because I let Dad talk me into picking the film he worked on. You can’t get sentimental on these things, just pick the politically correct choice! Maybe next year…
Tell your dad you draw the line at cheap kick-boxing movie references. It is one thing to be chic-y and obscure and it is quite another to reference an Eric Roberts’ film. Perhaps something more wholesome, say, “wax on, wax off”.
I will give you that The Way of the Fist sounds like a killer Eric Roberts’ kick boxing film….but I can’t figure out where we accidentally referenced him. If we did reference an Eric Roberts film, I hope it was Best of the Best. Everyone should see that.