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Something I Never Thought I’d Call Myself…..

A Belieber!

Bahahaha! Just kidding. Actually the word I’m looking for is “foodie.” I never thought I’d refer to myself as a foodie.

Photo Credit: Nadia Seccareccia

Or, as Urban Dictionary eloquently refers to it, “a douchebag who likes food.”

In that case I’ll raise my hand and offer myself to judgement and possible ridicule:

“My name is Tony Gentilcore, and I’m a douchebag who likes food. A lot.”

In my own defense I’m not one of those uppity bourgeois a-holes who nitpicks over fork placement on the table and pretends to like caviar1.

Liking pizza? Sure, I get it. What’s there not to like? Liking some fancy schmancy entree such as sauteed pig rectum? Shut up. Just, shut up.

Nor am I one of those people who refers to an entree as “delish” or stresses that such and such is “to die for.”

NOTE: in this instance “to die for” is said while flicking one’s wrist and the word “die” is accentuated with an exaggerated English drawl. Bonus points if you happen to be of royal descent or hunt foxes in your free time.

On the contrary I’m just someone who likes to eat. More to the point: I’m someone who likes to go out to eat.

Lisa and I go out almost every Saturday night as part of our “date night” ritual. And given we live in a pretty baller city – Boston – we have the luxury of endless restaurant options.

As it happens, the most current season of Bravo’s Top Chef was filmed in Boston. And one of mine and Lisa’s favorite restaurants – The Regal Beagle, located in our own neighborhood in Coolidge Corner –  was featured because their executive chef, Stacy Cogswell, was/is a contestant on the show!

So yeah, we’re fortunate to live in such an amazing city.

I wasn’t always a foodie, though.

There was a time in my life, back when I lived in my native central New York (hometown: Groton), when going out to eat was an event reserved for “special occasions.” You know, things like birthday parties, rehearsal dinners, Syracuse Orange basketball games, leap years, or sometimes on the off-chance when someone of the opposite sex agreed to be seen with me in public.

In addition there was also a time in my life when “fine dining” meant T.G.I Fridays, Applebees, or Olive Garden.

Don’t hate!

Two for one appetizers goes a long way when trying to woo a girl. And don’t even get me started on unlimited bread sticks! BOM CHICKA BOM BOM.

I know this comes across as me insinuating said establishments are somehow lame or lowbrow…but that couldn’t be further from the truth! 1) I still frequent those places. And 2) Who can resist unlimited bread sticks?

It’s just that when you live in a more metropolitan area and have more options to choose from, you learn to have a better appreciation for what really good food (and service) should be like.

And it’s with that I’d like to have a little fun (seriously people: don’t take all of this, well, seriously), breakdown some of my “criteria” for what separates good restaurants from excellent restaurants, and discuss some of my pet peeves when it comes to dining out.

Lisa enjoying a martini prior to dinner at Blue Water Cafe located in Vancouver.

1. Greeting/Wait Time

Listen, I’m not saying that whenever I walk through the front doors of a restaurant the hostess has to greet me as if I’m General Zod.

Would it hurt from time to time? Hell no!

But all else being equal I realize I’m not the center of the universe, and I don’t expect to be treated like an A-list celebrity. And, honestly, I always feel awkward when a place goes above and beyond and gives the royal treatment. I can chew my own food, thank you very much….;o)

That said, nothing sets off the “red flags” more than when you’re ignored when you walk in and/or you have to wait more than fifteen  minutes when you have a reservation.

It’s not the end of the world, of course……but it doesn’t set a nice precedent.

2. Bread

Listen, if I’m going to pay upwards of $30-$50 for an entree, you better sure as shit serve some bread beforehand! When I know we’re going out to a big dinner I almost always refrain from eating a lot of food that day because I know I’m going to go to town once I sit down at the table.

As a result I almost always show up hangry (angry because I’m hungry and ready to swallow my hand).

Not only is it important to serve bread, but it should be good bread. None of this hard, day old, white BS that some places serve.

Okay, maybe I am an uppity a-hole after all. First world problems, right? I have to be that guy who totally judging restaurants on the type of bread they serve! Italian restaurants get a pass because that’s what Italian restaurants do….serve white, hard, Italian bread.

Outside of that, if you’re charging people $30-$50 per entree, act like you’ve been there and serve some whole grain bread for crying out loud!

3. Bathrooms

Sorry, but if your bathrooms are a nightmare that even an Orc wouldn’t drop a deuce in it, it only makes me wonder what the hell is going on back in the kitchen.

4. No Substitutes Allowed?

This is probably my biggest pet peeve and will guarantee that I’ll never go back to eat at a certain place if they try to pull this off.

Being a fitness couple, Lisa and I, to some degree, still try to eat “healthy” when we go out to eat. We’re not Paleo Nazis by any stretch, and we don’t hyperventilate into a brown paper bag at the mention of gluten, but we’ll try to tone it down to a certain degree when eating out.

I.e., instead of the mashed potatoes swimming in butter and cheese we’ll opt for something green; like kale, Brussels sprouts, or broccoli.

We made reservations at a place near our apartment not too long ago that, when the time came to order, said they couldn’t make any substitutions when it came to our meal.

Oooookkkkkaaaaaayyyy. I guess I’ll go fuck myself.

5. We Only Cook It This Way

This same place, when I ordered my steak ‘medium,’ went on to say that the chef wouldn’t cook it anywhere above ‘medium rare.’

What the what!?!?!?!

I’m sorry, who’s paying for this meal again?

And, I forgot:  Am I eating at a local neighborhood tavern that serves sup-par food or at Smith & Wollensky Wannabe Snobby McSnobbypants Emporium?

I’m not opposed to deferring to the chef’s judgement on how certain food should be prepared – especially with regard to bringing out it’s full flavor. But come on….steak?

Steak.

You’re going to play that card with steak? 

6. You Know That’s A lot of Food, Right?

I always laugh at this one.

I’m a meathead. I lift heavy things and I like to eat a lot of food. It shouldn’t come as a surprise, then, that when I go out to eat it’s not uncommon for me to order meals which are designed with the intent to serve two. Or maybe I’ll DOUBLE certain orders.

For instance: if we go out to brunch I’ll often order a double omelet.

I’d wager a guess that 75% of the time the waitress or waiter will give me “the look,” as if to say “yeah right, like you’ll be able eat that much food!”

Then they’ll politely say something to the effect of: “Are you sure? That’s a lot of food.”

To which I’ll say, “yeah, you’re right. Better make that a triple order.” It’s almost as if they’re challenging me. And if that is indeed the case: BRING IT!!!

It’s funny though. Most won’t say a word to the people who order a large pizza on their own or order the stack of pancakes that would rival the peak of Mordor (<— That’s TWO LoTR references in this post, bitches) with peanut butter chips, M&Ms, and whipped cream.

No one blinks an eye.

Order a 6-10 egg omelet, however, and everyone becomes a cholesterol expert and thinks you have a death wish.

I ate at a place once where, after ordering a double omelet, the waitress brought out a t-shirt from the chef as a pseudo trophy. Apparently he had never been asked to make such a large omelet before.

Who knows: maybe one day I’ll eat a place where I’ll win a jacket, a PS4, or a new car!

Your Turn to Share

Like I said before this post was written in jest. I understand that some of the things I’m “complaining” about are minute and borderline trivial. But in this day and age, with the advent of social media and pretty everything being placed underneath a social microscope, it’s the finer details which often separate the good from the bad.

So, what about you? Do you have any dining pet peeves? Keep it light people……;o)

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OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG….STAR WARS!!!

 

Only 384 days until Star Wars: Episode VII – The Force Awakens opens (Dec 2015). So we’re clear: having a nerd boner for that long is completely healthy, right?

I trust JJ Abrams implicitly. He mentioned in an interview I read not too long ago that he was going to try to not rely on CGI too much and revert back to the look and feel of the first trilogy. Based off this trailer it seems he’s keeping his word.

[watches trailer for 6th time]

Okay, my boner just got a boner. It’s getting weird now.

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Movie Review: Whiplash

There’s a scene in Whiplash where the camera pans over Andrew’s shoulder (played by Miles Teller) as he’s lying on his bed tapping his fingers to an imagined tempo reverberating inside his head to a quote on his wall that says, “if you can’t do it right, you’ll end up joining a rock band.”

Or something to that effect. I don’t remember the quote verbatim.

It was a quick shot, and subtle, but the message (and joke) was clear: real drummers don’t join rock bands. And they certainly don’t go out of their way to listen to Bon Jovi. My apologies to New Jersey.

Real drummers do jazz.

And that’s the where the opening scene of Whiplash takes us. The screen is black and all you hear is the gradual beat of a drum as it slowly speeds up. We then see Andrew sitting alone in a room behind a drum set as the camera crawls in closer and closer to the inevitable speedy crescendo.

And all I could think to myself was, “holy shit, he’s actually doing that. Miles’ got skills!”

More on that point in a bit.

Andrew is day one into attending the prestigious and cutthroat music school he’s been accepted into (think: Juilliard in everything but name), when he looks up and sees one of the teachers, Terrance Fletcher, played by J.K. Simmons (otherwise known as “that guy in that movie,” or “Juno’s dad”) standing there listening and watching.

There’s an exchange of words, an awkward interaction, and you can tell Andrew is going to shit a drumstick he’s so terrified of his teacher. You just know that, eventually, bad things are going to happen.

And they do.

I’m not giving any of the plot away when I say Fletcher is a douche to the douchiest degree. He’s an old-school teacher who demands a lot from his students and isn’t scared to lash into them – both verbally and physically – in the blink of an eye. In one of the more memorable scenes, Fletcher lays into Andrew making him cry.

“Are you one of those single tear people? You are a worthless pancy-ass who is now weeping and slobbering all over my drumset like a nine year old girl!”

It was both funny and “fidget in my seat uncomfortable” at the same time.

To his credit, Simmons knocked this role out of the ballpark. I couldn’t help but compare his performance to that of Sgt. Hartman in Full Metal Jacket. I was half expecting a “Private Pyle” reference at some point.

Simmons has always been regarded as a renowned character actor, oftentimes playing idiosyncratic roles, and it was amazing to see him in more of a dramatic setting outside of the scope we’re used to seeing him in, sans HBO’s Oz.

And I have to say, my man looked YOKED up in this movie. Easily one of the most diesel looking music teachers in cinematic history. He could totally kick Mr. Holland’s ass. And take his lunch money for good measure.

If Simmons doesn’t receive a Best Supporting Actor nod at this year’s Oscars it will be a travesty.

A travesty I tell you.

And equally as impressive is Miles Teller. I remember first seeing Teller a few years ago in the Nicole Kidman/Aaron Eckart vehicle, Rabbit Hole, and holding his own against the two Hollywood heavyweights.

Up until now he’s been best known for his role in The Spectacular Now – the campy (albeit well reviewed) teenage love/coming of age story also starring Shailene Woodley. I don’t doubt that it’s a decent movie. I didn’t see it. Mainly because I have a penis.

Giving credit where it’s due, though, Teller does demonstrate impressive ability. Having “studied” drums since he was 15 in real life, it wasn’t a stretch for him to play the part of a percussionist protege.

He pulls it off flawlessly.

Unlike, say, Freddie Prinze Jr. back in the day in the movie Summer Catch. Remember that one? Didn’t think so. To refresh your memory, Prinze plays a college baseball player who throws 95 MPH, despite having the throwing mechanics of a one-armed shark.

Exactly. Sharks don’t even have arms!

It was that bad.

Anyways, apparently Teller went through some sort of drumming bootcamp, practicing four hours per day for 3-4 months to prepare for the role. It pays off.

I listened to an interview that writer/director, Damien Chazelle, did on EW radio and he revealed that there was little “movie magic” involved in masking Teller’s performance. 80-85% of what you see in the movie with regards to drumming is him.  Cool!

And speaking of Chazelle, he was able to make this movie because he first made a short film a while back – also titled Whiplash – which won a bunch of praise and awards. Because of it’s success, he was then able to get enough funding to make the main feature.

I suspect that this will also earn a lot of praise and awards.

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The Start of “Us”

I’m not a fan of talking about myself. I realize this comes across as a tad ironic given you’re reading TonyGentilcore.com (that’s me!!), and to some degree or another I discuss or divulge a medley of personal life happenings or events that transpire on a monthly, weekly, or even daily basis.

So, in a way, I talk about myself all the damn time!

That said, I don’t like to get too too personal on this blog. Talking about my training, movies, books, or my cat is one thing. But some things are better left unsaid.

I generally steer clear – like, with a 50 foot pole (and then some) – of topics like politics and religion. Likewise, no one really cares about mundane things like my favorite color, how many hours of sleep I get every night or how “regular” I am.

Like I said, some things are better left unsaid.

However, part of the reason I feel many people enjoy reading my stuff (particularly this blog) is that I don’t come across as some Terminator freak show that eats, sleeps, and breaths strength and conditioning.

I love helping and educating people and I take pride that people all over the world read my articles and consider me a reputable, straight-shooting fitness authority. I’m always appreciative and humbled when people go out of their way to say “thank you” for all the content and material I put out.

Too, I also take pride in the brand of INFOtainment which I’m known for. I’ve alluded to the story in the past, but one of the best pieces of advice I ever received when I first started writing was from T-Nation Editor-in-Chief, TC Luoma, who told me right out of the gate, “people want to learn, but they also want to be entertained.”

I took his advice to heart and ran with it.  Hence all the boobie and fart jokes throughout the years. Admittedly, with age, those have waned.  Somewhat.

I still have to toss out a curve-ball every so often.

Nevertheless, I’ve long championed the idea that, as much as I want to be recognized as a source of quality fitness information, I also don’t want to bore people to death.  I mean, you can only go so far discussing the attributes (and pitfalls) of the FMS or programming considerations for femoral acetabular impingement before someone would rather watch paint dry. Or worse, listen to Coldplay.

Ergo (<—–yep, I just used that word) the sprinkling of pop culture references and personal antidotes throughout the blog.

As it happens, today is all about me, and one of those days where I’m going to break my “not getting too too personal” rule.

Ready for it?

Lisa and I Are Engaged!!!

I proposed to the love of my life (and yes, my best friend) this past weekend.

 Picture from the night of our engagement right after dinner at our favorite restaurant, The Beehive. Photo Credit: to Lisa (for being a stone cold fox), and to me (for wearing a pick shirt and blazer, like a boss).

Lisa and I met back in 2009, on Match.com. We “met” for the first time on a Thursday. We exchanged numerous, long-winded emails which then progressed to numerous, long-winded phone calls. After ascertaining that neither of us was an ax-murderer, we then “met for real” that same weekend at a popular local hangout in Boston.

Fun Fact:  I remember a few times we talked so long that her phone battery died, twice!

I also remember walking into the restaurant and seeing her in person for the first time and thinking to myself “whoa, Tony, don’t eff this up! Do I have something on my teeth? Shit, does my breath stink? Her she comes. OMG OMG OMG.”

I didn’t mess anything up…..;o)

Our first date lasted four hours. We sat at the table eating and talking until we got the polite “ahem, you need to go so that we can turn around this table” look from the wait staff. Afterwards we ended up walking around what would eventually – two years later – become our future neighborhood together. Coolidge Corner.

How cool is that!?! Talk about foreshadowing!

Our first date led to a second date (I took her to go see Food, Inc., cause I’m romantic like that) which led to a third date (and a first kiss), which led to five years together.

Here’s a picture from when we first started dating and we went to Star Wars in Concert. I showed up to pick her up and she had her hair done up like Princess Leia. Pretty much a keeper by that point.

Here we are during our first visit to Martha’s Vineyard.

Random Halloween. Wonder Woman and Mr. Clean.

At my brother’s wedding back in 2010.

The entire “CP Crew” at Eric and Anna’s taste testing for their wedding.

Random “date night” picture prior to eating steak at Mortons.  Or maybe the picture was taken after. Either way we crushed some protein.

Lisa in her “happy place” drinking a martini during our trip to Vancouver.

Lisa shooting guns with my brother and step-dad during a Thanksgiving trip home. She’s a good shot! Which is why I never forget to put the toilet seat down.

Lisa and I at Comic-Con Boston in 2013. She was a trooper for going.  To make up for it I told her that if someone ever invented a Sex and the City festival I’d be down.

Fingers crossed no one EVER invents a Sex and the City Festival.

A random picture of me with my shirt off as we vacationed in the DR this past spring. Cause, why not?

And nothing more than one of my favorite pictures of us together.

1,825+ days together. The Earth has managed to make the journey around the sun a total of five times. In that same span we’ve seen Prince William marry Kate, the Red Sox win the World Series (again), social media take over all our lives, the rise (and fall) of Honey Boo-Boo, Michael Bay make seemingly 19 different Transformers movies, and the advent of those stupid looking Google Glasses.

Oh, and we adopted a cat.  A cat!!!!!

A lot has happened in five years together.

More than anything, though, independent of the outside world, we’ve both grown to be one heckuva a team, each another’s biggest fan, and support system.

As you can imagine, after five years together people often wondered when we would take the plunge. Which begs the question: Why do people refer to it as a “plunge?”  Kind of a morbid connotation, right?

Anyways, I think after year one together friends and family were tapping their toes wondering why I was taking my sweet ass time?

To be honest: we were never in a rush.

Lisa and I dated for two years before we decided to take it to the next level and move in together. Once we figured out co-habitation would not serve as the impetus to WWIII, we then started talking, loosely, about building a future together.

But other things took precedence. Things like Lisa finishing up and earning her PhD, and starting her career. Things like me getting out of my own way, finally putting on my big boy shoes, gaining some confidence, and pursuing other endeavors with coaching, writing, and speaking. Things like, you know, working shit out as a couple, finding our feet, she respecting my introverted tendencies (and I her extroverted tendencies), talking about feelings and stuff, and doing things when we both felt we were ready.

And here we are. The time is here. And I couldn’t be more excited.

For Those Interested….

You can read about the engagement itself and how I did it HERE.

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Confessions of an Introverted Strength Coach – Part II

Oops, one day late.  My bad.

In part I of Confessions of an Introverted Strength Coach I discussed some of the misconceptions of what it actually means to be an introvert and then dissected some of the characteristics separating introverts from extroverts.

I also linked to a simple test you can take to figure out where on the spectrum you lie (Note: no one is 100% either/or), as well as shared some personal perspective throughout my own life on how I’ve learned to embrace and accept my introversion.

I.e., I’ve hugged myself a lot.

You can catch up HERE in case you missed it.  Don’t worry, I’ll wait.  

To say I was thrilled with the response part one received would be an understatement.

I knew it would be a hot button topic and strike a chord with a lot of people, but I had no idea so many would go out of their way to say “thank you,” say how much they could relate, or be willing to name their first born after me.

Okay, that last part is a slight exaggeration.

It’s with that I first want to first say THANK YOU to everyone who responded and for all the kind words. I guess being in a relationship with a psychologist for five years – outside of learning some nifty Jedi-mind tricks (and yes, I just used the word nifty in a sentence) – has spoiled me into assuming that most people had a general grasp on the topic.

I’m elated everyone is now more aware that being an introvert isn’t a disease and that it doesn’t mean you’re weird, socially inept, or a recluse.  It just means you have an affinity for using your inside voice, books, and, I don’t know, maybe spending an evening watching old re-runs of Party of Five episodes by yourself.

Oh, and cats……;o)

Just to save face, however, and to be clear:  all of this isn’t to say that being an extrovert is bad or that extroverted people are horrible human beings.

I know many delightful, enjoyable, and overly pleasant people who are extroverts (ahem, my girlfriend is one).  Many of my good friends and colleagues are extroverts.  Heck, my own brother is the KING of extroverts.

It’s not as if I’m trying to instigate a 90’s East coast-West coast hop-hop battle where introverts represent Biggie on one side of the fence and extroverts represent 2Pac on the other.

We can all get along here. There’s no need for tension or judgement or mix-tapes calling one another bad names.

On the contrary all I want to convey is that the two sides are just…….different.

More to the point, that being an introvert, especially in world that seemingly rewards and encourages the polar opposite, may take some minor tweaking on your part to thrive.

This is especially true if you happen to be a coach or personal trainer for a living.

I played baseball all through high-school and was lucky enough to earn an athletic scholarship to play in college.

I was a pitcher and between high-school and college combined I had a variety of coaches who challenged me both physically and mentally.

My high-school coach was a very level headed and calm coach. I don’t think I ever saw him lose his temper in practice or during a game.  Sure, he’d get fired up, like any coach would, if someone missed their cut-off man or missed the sign to bunt.  But all in all, he was a coach who kept his cool at all times.  And I responded very well to that because it matched my demeanor.

Similarly, I rarely lost my shit on the mound. Whether I was pitching a complete game 2-hitter or I was taken out in the 3rd inning, I generally kept the same levelheadedness at all times. I never liked to show emotion or demonstrate to the other team I was flustered. I was like Liam Neeson’s character in Taken, except without the hand-to-hand combat skills and not remotely as badass.

My JUCO (Junior College) coach was a bit different.  He was the type of coach who was intense, expected a lot from his players, and didn’t refrain from letting you know when you did something wrong. But he coached, and it just made it all the more sweet when he praised you for doing something right.

He was an amazing coach, and I appreciated the fact he was hard on us at times. He definitely rubbed some players the wrong way – some ended up quitting the team – but I think some guys just didn’t like being held accountable and were used to being coddled.

When I eventually transferred to Mercyhurst College (now Mercyhurst University), I had the misfortune of being recruited by one coach, only to see him leave once I arrived, and then go through two coaches in two separate years my Junior and Senior seasons.

My senior year coach was a nightmare. He was from the south and as hotheaded as they come. He’d get in player’s faces during practice, he’d get in their faces on the team bus, and he’d almost always get in our faces during games.  It got to the point where we’d start betting one another what the over-under was for when he’d get kicked out of a game.

He loooooooved guys who showed emotion. I wasn’t one of those guys.

I remember one instance where I gave up three consecutive hits to the first three batters of a game. He called time out and charged out to the mound to tell me, in no uncertain terms, to “get my ass into the game” and that I better “start giving a shit.”

You know, as if I wanted to give up three straight hits to start the game.

For whatever reason he always took my demeanor on the mound as being cavalier and that I should get more fired up.

Anyways, on occasion he’d come out and do his song and dance, I’d take it in stride, and then I’d just continue doing what I always did.

Long story short: I ended up pitching a complete game where we ended up winning 5-2. Whatevs. No big deal.

Funnily enough a few of my old teammates sent me THIS story on coach Norwood which was featured on Deadspin.com a few months ago.

Give it a listen.  That’s what I had to deal with.

NOTE: then again, anyone with the same name as an infamous field goal kicker who lost a Super Bowl would probably have a case for being an assclown.

Needless to say he was one of those RAH-RAH coaches. Admittedly he was an outlier and took the RAH-RAH to a whole nother “douchey to the douchiest” degree, but it speaks to the topic at hand.

I am not a RAH-RAH coach

I think most introverts would agree that they aren’t either. This isn’t to say that we never get animated or fired up for our athletes, but those instances tend to be few and far between.

In truth ‘m much more animated at the gym than I am at other social events. Being in the gym is what’s comfortable for me and is where I feel at home. Also, it doesn’t hurt that if there’s ever a place where making noise is warranted and par for the course…..it’s the gym.

Still, while exceptions are made whenever a good EDM (Electrical Dance Music) track comes on the stereo, I think if most people watched me coach and saw what my animated looked like, they’d think I was drinking tea, or at most, playing a friendly game of Jeopardy.

It may be a bit naive on my part to say this, but I truly feel, as one person put so succinctly in the comments section on my Facebook page, “if you put off the laid back ‘I’m just here to make you better not break you down to rebuild you’ vibe your clients feel comfortable quicker. You get to know them and they reveal more about themselves, what they like, what makes them tick, which in the long run enables you to motivate them for the longer haul.”

My coaching style definitely feeds into this mindset.

I often chuckle to myself when I’m watching someone perform a lift and after their set they look up at me like a sad puppy expecting me to berate them or go off on some tirade about neutral spines, tucked chins, knees not being pushed out, or WHY THE HELL DID THEY MAKE ANOTHER TRANSFORMERS MOVIE??? DID YOU SEE THAT LAST PIECE OF GARBAGE???? AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

*runs through brick wall*

In fact what usually happens is I give a nod of approval and say something like, “naw man, you’re cool.  Looked good!”

I always like to give feedback, but my introverted tendencies sometimes get the best of me. Athletes or clients will occasionally take my silence as me thinking they’re doing something wrong or that they’re past the point of help.  This couldn’t be further from the truth,

Something that has helped me (and is something I “stole” from fellow CP coach Greg Robins) is to give a new athlete or client a bit of a heads up. I’ll preface their set by saying something along the lines of, “I’m just going to be a fly on the wall and let you go.  If I ever feel you’re going cause any harm or hurt yourself, I’ll let you know and stop you.  Don’t take my silence as something bad or that I’m not paying attention.”

I’m paying attention.  I’m paying attention like no one’s business!

Sometimes as coaches and trainers we get too carried away with OVER-coaching, throwing out cues and feedback at a lightning pace.  It can get overwhelming for some, especially if you’re working with an introvert.

I like to allow (some) athletes to feel they’re way through an exercise.

When I do need to give feedback I break it down like this:

1.  Show correct technique and what I’d like them to do.

2.  Show what they did wrong.

3.  Show them, again, correct technique and what I’d like them to do.

I may give a “WTF was that look” from time to time, but for the most part there are no theatrics, no yelling, and no tossing of chairs.

Here’s the Part You Skipped to Anyways (Tips for the Introverted Coach)

1. Set-up recharge blocks between clients so you don’t murder a client or co-worker.

This is something I lived by when I worked in the commercial gym setting. As coaches and trainers we work when everyone else doesn’t, and our schedules can be pretty sporadic to say the least.

I always had colleagues who would schedule clients from 7 AM all the way through the afternoon, and I never understood how they could do it. Most would burn out pretty quickly doing that long-term.

Personally I’d always “stagger” my schedule and purposely place gaps throughout so I could allow for some down time between clients.

Sometimes I’d use the time to get my workout in. When I was a trainer at Sportsclub LA in downtown Boston I’d use my re-charge time to hang out in the lounge and catch up on some reading or write. Sometimes I’d just go for a walk across the street in Boston Common. And sometimes I’d walk over to the adjacent movie theater and catch an afternoon flick.

Let me tell you, those re-charge periods were GOLD in my eyes.  So whether you’d prefer to take that time for power nap or to read or to play Candy Crush….I can’t recommend it enough.

2. Be You

Don’t be something you’re not. Don’t feel as if you have to cater to what society tells you you should be.  If you want to wear white after Labor Day then do it, dammit!

Too, if you’re not a RAH-RAH coach, then don’t be one

That being said, as an introvert that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be willing to adapt to some degree.  CP coach, Chris Howard, gave an excellent presentation at last year’s Cressey Performance Fall Seminar on this very topic.  He noted that two of the more prominent challenges of the introvert coach is that 1) he or she may seem unapproachable and 2) he or she may not give as much feedback or encouragement.

To point #1:  Smile!  Was that so hard?

To point #2: Read above where I discuss how I cue new athletes and clients.  See!! I knew you skipped to this section!!

3. But to Add to That

Whether you’re an introvert or extrovert I feel utilizing more EXTERNAL cuing when coaching new movements and exercises is more valuable than INTERNAL cues.

Internal cues focus within the body or a specific movement, while external cues focus on things outside of the body and/or on an effect or outcome of a movement

Using the deadlift as an example:

Internal Cues: flex the hip; extend at the top; squeeze your abs; arch your back; squeeze your glutes; rotate pelvis upward; flatten your back.

You might as well be speaking Elvish.

External Cues: Rope around waist pulling you backward (helps with people pushing their hips back); tap the wall with your butt (same thing); plates should rattle at the top (gets people to explode with their hips); pretend you’re getting punched in the stomach (instead of “squeeze your abs”); show me the logo of your shirt (helps with neutral spine and chest up); push away from the floor (gets people to put force into the ground).

Try it.  I bet you’ll be surprised with how much more smoothly things go.

In addition, learning how to coach an INTROVERTED client is important too. Stealing from Chris Howard (again).  When coaching an introvert it will help to:

– Be patient

– Check in regularly (they won’t be as verbal and won’t demand your attention)

– They generally won’t ask questions, so you should ask them!

– Let them observe first.

I’ll Shut Up Now

For a so-called introvert I sure had a lot to say! You deserve some kind of gold star for making it this far.

Hopefully this was somewhat helpful, and helped shed some light on the topic.

By all means I’d love to hear YOUR thoughts, insights, or any advice you’d have to offer. But remember:  use your inside voice….;o)

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Confessions of an Introverted Strength Coach – Part I

Hi. My name is Tony Gentilcore, and I’m an introvert.

I always have been, and always will be. And, if I’m going to be honest with myself it’s only been within the last few years of my adult life where I’ve accepted it, embraced it, and recognized that it’s played a massive role in not only molding me into the person I am today, but that it’s also played a role in my success as a coach, trainer, and writer.

Rather than beat around the bush and talk about “feelings” (which is every introvert’s nightmare), I guess it only makes sense to dive right into it and discuss – albeit briefly – what makes an introvert an introvert and an extrovert an extrovert.

To that point, I’d be doing a huge disservice to all those reading if I didn’t direct you to the outstanding book, Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking, by Susan Cain.

If there was ever a book that “spoke” to me (and to all introverts), this was it.  I can’t recommend it enough.

In the introduction Cain notes that “there are almost as many definitions of introvert and extrovert as there are personality psychologists, who spend a great deal of time arguing over which meaning in most accurate.”

Still, today’s psychologists tend to agree on several important points:

1. Introverts and extroverts differ in the level of outside stimulation that they need to function well.  Introverts feel “just right” with less stimulation, as when they go for leisurely walks, have coffee with a close friend, read a book, or, in the case of me, snuggle with a blankie watch a movie alone.

Extroverts are the exact opposite and tend to gain energy and re-charge by being around more people, meeting new people, and seeking out stimulation.

This is something that describes my relationship with my girlfriend to a “T.” By the time the weekend rolls around, I’m ready to veg the f*** out, plop on the couch, and become a home-body. Lisa, on the other hand, at times, would prefer to go out and meet up with friends and socialize.

I remember one instance when we first started dating heading out into the city to meet up with a bunch of her friends at some swanky lounge.

I spend the bulk of my week constantly stimulated by overactive athletes, weights clanking together and being dropped to the ground, and loud my-mother-never-loved-me music blaring over the stereo.  The last thing I want to do once the weekend arrives is go to a crowded bar.

Honestly, I’d rather swallow a live grenade.

But relationships are all about compromise, right?

Well, I did it……and while I can usually suck it up and be social (when I have to be), in this one instance it was just too much. I was withdrawn, I wasn’t interacting with anyone, and when I was engaged by someone I’d respond with one word answers. I was miserable and I’m sure I looked it, too.

I’ll be the first to admit I was a asshat that night, that I was a jerk and that I probably slept on the couch when we got home (I can’t remember).

The silver lining, however, was that Lisa and ended up having a long discussion about it a few days later.  We came to the conclusion I just need to communicate with here when something is too much or if I’ve had enough. If I need a night of “Tony Time” (I.e., nights where I can go to the local coffee shop and read, write, or watch LOLCat videos), then all I need to do is let her know.  No harm-no foul.

We literally came to terms with our introvert-extrovert dichotomy.

In the end, all I’m trying to say is that the main difference between the two is that introverts tend to re-charge by being inside their own heads, while extroverts re-charge by being in everyone else’s.

2.  There are a host of other attributes that can breakdown both personality types that Ms. Cain addresses in her book.  Some other highlights:

– Extroverts tend to tackle assignments quickly.  They make fast (sometimes rash) decisions, and are comfortable multi-tasking.  They enjoy the “thrill of the chase” for rewards like money and status.

– Introverts often work more slowly and deliberately. They like to focus on one task at a time and can have Jedi-like powers when it comes to concentration.

– Extroverts are often the life of the party, laugh gregariously at everyone’s jokes, and tend to be assertive, dominant, and tend to be comfortable with conflict.

– Introverts, not so much. They listen more than they talk, think before they speak, and (I 100% relate to this) feel as if they can express themselves better in writing than in conversation.

What Introverts Aren’t

Being deemed introverted – whether it’s “self diagnosed” or not – has had a history of having a bad or unfavorable connotation in our society.

Hermit, misanthrope, recluse, and “anti-social” are all common adjectives used to describe an introvert. Highly intelligent and good-looking rank up there as well (<– it’s science).

Shy is also a common word tossed around to describe introverts.  As Cain states, “Shyness is the fear of social disapproval or humiliation, while introversion is a preference for environments that are not overstimulating.”

Which lends itself to the next question:  how do you know whether you’re an introvert or extrovert?

The “go to” resource for that would be the Jung Typology Test or how it’s better known…the Myers-Briggs Personality Test.

It’s a quick test, totaling 72 questions, all designed to give you a 4-letter formula which will serve as the crystal ball into your personality type.

Honestly, I think they could have narrowed it down to ONE question:

1.  Do you own a cat, and if so, is it like, the cutest most adorable thing in the history of the world?

Y_____  N_____

You check marked Yes?  You’re an introvert.

Kidding aside (I should note that it took a lot of will-power on my part NOT to include a picture of my cat here), the Myers-Briggs test, while not perfect, will help give people a little more insight as to which side of the fence they reside on.

So, Now What?

You’ve taken the test, you have a group of 4-letters jotted down on a piece of paper, and after deciphering what they mean, you’ve come to conclusion that you’re an introvert.

Relax, it’s not a death sentence.  Deep breaths.

As much as introversion has a negative stigma in regular ol’ society (and hopefully by now you understand that it shouldn’t be stigmatized), I think it’s twofold in the fitness industry.

Shows like The Biggest Loser don’t help matters.  The trainers and coaches on that show (and I use the word “coaches” lightly here, as I feel they’re namely actors playing the role of coaches) have a very in-your-face, crude, and quite frankly, obnoxious way of going about things.

Screaming and yelling and insulting their clients is the name of the game. Unfortunately this is what most regular people expect when they hire a personal trainer or coach.

In the same vein, many will watch YouTube clips like the one below of Alabama strength coach, Scott Cochran, and assume that this is the norm:

This isn’t to disrespect Coach Cochran – his results obviously speak for themselves – but this is a FAR cry from the norm.

None of the coaches at Cressey Sports Performance act like this.  This isn’t to say that none of us ever get animated or pumped up or start screaming and yelling to motivate someone…..but it’s an exception and not the rule.

I’m the farthest thing from a rah-rah coach. I don’t do a lot of yelling, I don’t get in people’s faces, and I tend to keep a calm, cool, and collected demeanor at all times. And my athletes and clients do just fine.

In tomorrow’s post I’ll outline some strategies I – as well as some of the other coaches at CSP – use to take advantage of our introverted tendencies.  Not only do you have to understand it from a personal level, but you how you coach and cue INTROVERTED CLIENTS comes into play as well.

Until then, I’d love to hear everyone else’s experiences as an introvert.  Agree with me? Disagree?

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Creating Content and Writing Style: An Introspective On Arguably the Most Boring Topic Ever

I received an email the other day from a good friend of mine, Jon Goodman, whom many of you may recognize from The Personal Training Development Center (an awesome, FREE, resource for any trainers out there reading), as well as such book as Ignite the Fire, Race to the Top, and his soon-to-be-released project, Viralnomics, which he’s currently writing in Hawaii.  On a beach. While starring at the ocean. And probably being hand fed grapes and coconut milk.

I hate you Jon.  I hate you so much……;o)

Anyways, he reached out to me the other day with an interesting query, and I felt compelled to use it as blog post today as I know there are a lot of trainers, coaches, and exercise enthusiasts who read my site on a daily basis (thank you) who often contemplate and express interest in writing.  Unfortunately, for whatever reason, many wind up dragging their heels out of intimidation or frustration.

Anyways, here’s Jon’s email he sent in its entirety:

Hey man,

I’ve got a question for you because it’s something that I’ve struggled with a lot and continue to struggle with. Perhaps you can lend some insight.

I’m asking you because you are the most consistent blogger out there. You pump out quality content multiple times a week and have been doing it for years.

So here’s my question:

How do you not get bored? You manage to keep the information fresh and always write in an inviting and entertaining tone but let’s be honest, how many articles have you written about deadlifts, and women lifting weights, and shoulder health etc.

I seem to lose interest really quickly.

Any ideas to ignite my fire?

Note:  what follows isn’t (entirely) what I sent to Jon. Some of it is, but I also added a bit more knowing that 1) I had more to add and 2) I knew a fair number of people reading would hopefully benefit from it.

First off:  how in the heck am I supposed to “ignite the fire” for a guy who wrote a book titled Ignite the Fire?  Talk about pressure!!!

Your question is a good one, and it’s something that I’ve struggled with myself all…..the……time.

I get writer’s block just like everyone else, and often find myself sitting in front of my computer screen thinking to myself, “I have absolutely no idea what to write about today.”

I’ll load up on some caffeine……nada.

I’ll put on some classic music to inspire some creative juices……nope.

Hell, I’ll even talk to my cat who’s usually lying there right next to me….and that generally leads to nowhere. Except for a slight detour to Snugglesville, USA.

 

While it rarely happens, it happens.  And when it does, sometimes I just call a spade and spade, admit that I don’t have anything to say that day, and go make a tuna sandwich.

Typically, though, I somehow I manage to fight through it, and feel the following strategies and insights are what help the most as far as helping me continue to stay consistent with my writing:

1.  I write!  I’m stubborn like that.  Giving full disclosure:  the whole process of writing does not come easy to me. I used to struggle quite a bit just to type 500 words.

500 words gave the impression that I was writing my own version of War and Peace.

While that’s a bit of an exaggeration, it’s what it felt like back in the day.

Sometimes it’s still an arduous task, and I feel like throwing my face through a wall.  But as with anything, it’s about setting a schedule and sticking to it.

For the most part, every morning from 7-9 AM, I sit in front of my laptop and write.  That’s what I’m doing right now, and it seems to works for me.

Some people on the other hand, like John Romaniello, prefer to do the bulk of their writing at night.  That’s when he feels he’s most productive.

Everyone operates differently, and maybe it’s just a matter of finding out when you feel you’re most productive and your creative juices are flowing?

2. I think one of the things that keeps me “fresh” is that I’m not scared to go off-topic when I want to.  I mean, I have Miscellaneous Miscellany Mondays which allow me to write about movies, books I’m reading, hot chicks, and/or discuss cool restaurants that my girlfriend and I go to.

Take for example this past weekend. While I ended up NOT making this part of some random blog post, I easily could have.

Feeling absolutely drained from the previous work week, I had absolutely no intention of doing any work at home. Sometimes I carve out a little time on Sunday to catch up on programs I need to write or any articles I need to work on.  This past Sunday, however, I was a complete sloth.

Instead I decided my time would be better spent watching a Michael Mann marathon.  In succession I watched The Last of Mohicans, Collateral, and The Insider.

All of them were ones I’ve seen before – repeatedly – but I love Michael Mann and always enjoy watching his films and dissecting every nook and cranny that come with them. The man is a perfectionist to the “t,” and it’s not unheard of for him to use 50 takes for any one scene.

I think Collateral is one of the most underrated movies of the past decade, and I can’t begin to tell you how many times I’ve reacted the scene from The Last of the Mohicans where Daniel Day Lewis’s character screams, “You STAY ALIVE.  I will find you, no matter what occurs.”

I give an Oscar worthy performance every time – except, you know, instead of Madeline Stowe saying her lines back to me, I use a pillow, and I don’t end everything by plunging through 50+ foot waterfall after the fact.

But other than that, it’s uncanny how spot on I am.

 

And while I can’t say for sure, I think some of what makes my blog and writing style so “successful” is the fact that it’s relatable and that it’s not uncommon for me to talk about non-fitness stuff.

I’m not just some strength and conditioning cyborg that does nothing but talk about deadlifts and how to address glenohumeral internal rotation deficit.

I think much of what keeps me engaged and interested in my own writing is that I’m not apprehensive to go off-topic, take myself too seriously, and throw in the occasional poop joke from time to time.

Make sense?

So, with that, maybe you just need to write about other stuff?  Not that you need to go into heavy detail on your personal life or anything, but don’t be scared to open up just a teeny tiny bit and give people more of a taste of your personality.

I find that when I do that, I get into a sorta “flow,” which makes transitioning into what I ACTUALLY want to write about – fitness, training, making people more badass – easier.

3. But I’ll be honest…..I’m lucky in that I live in a perfect bubble where I’m surrounded with a lot of bright people at the facility.  I have Eric (Cressey), Greg Robins, Chris Howard, and all of our interns (who are always eager to talk shop) by my side all day, and we’re always bouncing ideas and thoughts off one another.

If anything, this environment serves as the perfect “incubator” for coming up with new ideas and things to write about.

Along the same lines, we have staff in-services every week. We tend to alternate on a week to week basis where we discuss anything from assessment, program design, case studies, or why Eric is so obsessed with Linkin Park.

Too, we’ll often have people come in to perform in-services.  Case in point, Mike Reinold came in a few weeks ago and discussed which is more important to establish first: stability or mobility?

That’s actually a trick question, because neither matter much if someone is out of ALIGNMENT.

As Mike noted, if you stretch into mis-alignment, you create more instability.

Conversely, if you strengthen into mis-alignment, you create more muscular imbalances.

This is easily something I may turn into a blog post in the near future.

Additionally, I have any number of clients and athletes who ask me questions (or say something completely asinine) that I can use as ammo for blog posts or articles.

I can’t advocate going out of your way to surround yourself with more like-minded individuals enough.  Even if it’s just going to observe someone else coaching for a day or heading to a local commercial gym to watch people train is enough to spark some kind of fire.

With the latter, you may even be lucky enough to find blogging gold like this:

 

You’re welcome.

4.  Another thing to consider – and this will definitely pertain to Jon (it’s not unheard of for him to write 8,000+ words per day) – is possibly thinking about writing LESS.  Just like people in other careers who tend to burn out and go “postal,” the same can apply to those who engage in a fair amount of writing.

I make it a point of posting a blog 3-5 times per week, which can easily stock pile the word count on a weekly basis.  And this doesn’t take into consideration all the time that goes into answering emails and writing articles.

I’m sure there are some out there who may feel otherwise, but I “think” I’m able to provide solid content with each and every post.  But I don’t consider it the end of the world if I truly have nothing to say on any given day.

If that’s the case, I don’t write.  Simple as that.  Or, I just find someone to write a guest post for me instead (Holla!).

To that end, maybe for some it’s a matter of CUTTING BACK and reducing their writing frequency.  Sort of analogous to a deload week from training.

I’ve often found that when I take a day or two off from writing content-heavy posts, I’m able to come back with a bang.

5.  Lastly, this doesn’t necessarily pertain to Jon, as I know he’s well read guy.  But for others out there who are still paying attention and have made it this far (which is saying something), go out of your way to read.  A lot.

I’ve stated on numerous occasions that I’m reading anywhere from 2-4 things simultaneously – most of which are related to my field, but not always.  I’m always reading some non-fiction (Malcolm Gladwell, Dan Ariely, Michael Lewis, etc)  and fiction too (anything but Twilight).

I’m constantly in awe (and envious) of certain writers, and often gain valuable insight and pick up on lesser known things like style, sentence structure, and how to use a semicolon correctly.  Still learning that last one.

And all of this isn’t to say that I know what the hell I’m talking about.  I don’t really even consider myself a “writer,” but in the 6+ years that I’ve been doing it, I like to think that I’ve picked up a thing or two.

Anyways, I hope that helps somewhat.  Certainly nothing earth shattering, but hopefully it helps shed some light.

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12 Epic Movie Scenes

When I was in Vancouver a few weekends ago for a friend’s wedding, the groom and I started chatting about movies (cause we’re both nerds) and he mentioned that he and a bunch of his friends often get together and show 5-15 minute clips of their favorite scenes from their favorite films.

I think that’s the coolest idea ever, and am dumbfounded that I never thought of that myself.

If girls can have their stupid tupperware and Avon parties, why can’t us guys have parties where we watch stuff explode and give one another high fives?

Speaking personally, outside of lifting heavy things, watching movies is my second passion and something that’s always been a part of my life since a young kid.

I still remember the afternoon seeing Return of the Jedi for the first time when I was seven years old and thinking to myself, “Wow.  Just wow.”  And I’m pretty sure that was the official start of me not thinking girls were “icky.”  I can thank Leia in a bikini for that one.

And, you know, the space stuff was cool too.

Anyways, it got me thinking: what scene(s) would I pick if given the same opportunity to showcase my movie going prowess?

It’s a tough call, and this is by no means an exhaustive list, but off the top of my head here are twelve selections.

Enjoy.

Also, just a fair warning:  most of the clips below aren’t safe for work.  So, unless you have the coolest boss ever, you might want to put on some head phones.

The Pub Scene from Inglorious Basterds

I’m a Quentin Tarantino guy through and through, and I could have just as easily made this entire list clips from all of his various movies – Reservoir Dogs, Pulp Fiction, Jackie Brown, Kill Bill (vol I and II), Death Proof, and  Inglorious Basterds.

Anyone who says they don’t like or care for Tarantino movies:

1. Probably sucks at life.

2. Hate movies in general.

Seriously, how can anyone say something like that with a straight face?

At a time when Hollywood is releasing heaping piles of crap like 21-Jump Street, Battleship, or any other example you can think of referencing cheesy 80’s tv shows and board games, at least Tarantino writes his own stuff and comes up with original content.

Which is why I also like guys like Paul Thomas Anderson, Christopher Nolan, Wes Anderson, Darren Aronofsky, and Woody Allen.  They rarely (if ever) regurgitate old material.  An exception could be made with regards to Nolan and the Batman franchise, but at least he had the gonads to do it right and stay true to the material, which is a far cry from the previous Batman films.

Anyways, I’m getting off track.  Where was I again?

Oh yeah: Tarantino.

Picking a favorite scene out of his body work is like picking your favorite Victoria Secret model – a daunting task to say the least.  But if I HAD to pick one, I’d pick the “Pub” scene from Inglorious Basterds.

I LOVE listening to good dialogue, and this scene is quintessential Tarantino, using a steady crescendo – highlighted by a brilliant performance by Michael Fassbender – culminating into one of the best “OMG…..this is freakin awesome” shoot outs of all time.

The clip below isn’t even the full scene (from start to finish), but it’s the best one I could find that had decent quality.

“How Am I So Funny” Scene from GoodFellas

Hands down, without question, there’s been no one movie I’ve watched more than GoodFellas.

I’m pretty sure I could quote the entire movie without batting an eye, and it’s one of those movies that, no matter how many times I’ve watched it, if I happen to come across it on television, I’m going to put the remote control down and watch it again.

This scene gets me every time, and as a funny aside:  my mom didn’t take too kindly when, at 13, I attempted to reenact it at the dinner table.  Sorry Mom!

“Rudy Gets Into the Game” Scene – Rudy

I can think of two other cases where I weeped like a teenage girl at a Justin Bieber concert.

– When Old Yeller got rabies and had to be taken out back to get shot.

– When Rose told Jack she’d never let go.  Whatever.  Don’t judge me.

This scene from Rudy probably takes the cake, though. And don’t play it off like you don’t get teary eyed every time you watch it you son of a bitch.

The Last Fifteen (or so) Minutes of Seven

Or what I like to call – “hooooooooooolllllllyyyyyyyy shit.  Did that just happen?”

I don’t think any one movie has ever made my brain melt as much as this one did.

I saw this in the theater – TWICE – when it first came out.  And the final 10-15 minutes still ranks up there as arguably one of the more intense, WTF is going to happen, I swear to god I’m going to pee my pants, oh my god, oh my god……..what’s in the box.  WHAT’S IN THE BOX???????????” moments I’ve ever watched.

Though, to be honest, pretty much ANY scene where Gwenyth Paltrow dies is cool in my book.  Sooooooo, yeah, I just gave away the ending.  Sorry.

“How You Like Dem Apples” Scene – Good Will Hunting

Given I’ve lived in Boston for the past six years, it goes without saying that I HAD to include this scene on my list.  Awesome.

The Final Scene in The Usual Suspects

I should have put this above Seven, because NO movie has ever had a better ending than this one.

For those who’ve never seen it:

1.  Shame on you.

2.  You’re officially banned from this site until you walk down to your local video store and rent it or queue that badboy on Netflix.

Get it done.

I’m not going to include the clip here because I don’t want to spoil anything, but suffice it to say, it’s pretty freakin epic.

“Now F**k Off and Die” Scene – Closer

This is not an easy film to watch, and much of that is a testament to the diabolical bastard that Clive Owen plays.

Side Note:  he won the Golden Globe for Best Supporting Actor for this role, as did Natalie Portman for her role in this film.

Relationships aren’t always about butterfly kisses and rainbows, and I think what I love most about this scene is that it showcases EXACLY that.  It’s primal and “real,” and is just brilliantly acted by both Clive Owen and Julia Roberts.

A close second would be the scene between Clive Owen’s character and Natalie’s character (Alice) as she strips for him in the nightclub.  Rumor has it that the director, Mike Nichols, shot a take of Portman topless, but then chose to not use it and destroyed the only copy.

Rumor has it that 99% of the male population thinks Nichols is an a-hole for doing such a thing.

Anyways, this is a pretty graphic and dirty scene. Note:  DEFINITELY NSFW.

Trinity Escapes – The Matrix

I picked this not necessarily because it was the best fight scene ever, but because up until that point, nothing (NOTHING!!) compared to it.

The Wachowski brothers’ seminal masterpiece literally changed the way movies are made, and prompted dozens upon dozens of posers to copy their vision.

I throw this scene under the same umbrella as when Darth Vader told Luke he was his father or when we watched the first victim (the female swimmer) in Jaws bite the big or when Jack Nicholson chopped through the door with an ax in The Shining or when Halle Berry showed her boobies in Swordfish…….

……movie moments we’ll never forget.

Opening Scene – Boogie Nights

Fun facts:  This is probably my favorite movie of all time, and I actually took my (then) 15 year old brother to go see this when it first came out back in 1997, which basically makes me the coolest brother ever.

Arguably one the best tracking shots (no breaks in camera work) in movie history.

As soon as we see the words “Boogie Nights” get thrown into your face in bright neon lights, you know it’s going to be quite the ride.  (<—-completely aware that that sounds a lot like a cheesy porno description.  HA!).

Wilson Floats Away – Cast Away

Yet another tear jerker (that is, assuming you have a soul); this scene gets me every time. How Tom Hanks was able to pull off such an emotional scene with a freakin volley ball is beyond me, and is something that only proves he’s a once in a generation actor.

Star Wars vs. Lord of the Rings – Clerks 2

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaha.

It’s funny because it’s true.

“Bikers vs. Mobsters Bar Fight” Scene – A Bronx Tale

The only way this scene could have been more badass is if it also had ninja’s vs. pirates.

The part where Sunny locks the door, turns around, and says, “Now you’s can’t leave” is so freaking badass I can’t even stand it.

Do you have any favorites of your own?  Share them below in the comments section!