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Monday, September 29, 2014

The Secret Ingredient to Success

Wes Welker is in the pool--but not in a chill way. The Broncos wideout squats in 4 feet of water and then explodes up like a deranged salmon. He does it over and over again as Adam Boily, his trainer, paces the pool's edge barking encouragement.

Welker arrived at 7:30 a.m. at this random swimming pool behind a random time-share complex in Florida. He'll do an hourlong workout before the pool opens and the resident retirees settle into their chaises.

All this month, Welker is prepping for his 11th NFL season by working on "the fast twitch," as he says. "I'm teaching my muscles to move as fast as they can. I need to get off the line of scrimmage and burst, and get in and out of cuts." The water adds resistance, he says, and gets him "off the joints" for a better recovery.

From the pool, Welker hops into his black Yukon and drives to Boily's gym, Bommarito Performance Systems. The facility's program is big on something called MAT--muscle activation techniques. The two men move around the gym as Welker busily switches it up from box jumps (he leaps with both feet from a dead rest onto a 50-inch wooden box) to below-knee clean pulls (he jerks a 240-pound loaded barbell--and both feet leave the ground) to single-leg deadlifts (he lifts a 66-pound hand weight while standing on the opposite leg).

This is how Welker prepares for Broncos training camp, which is almost a month away. "Camp should be easy," he says. "Football should be easy. The training should be hard." He's been at it long enough to know that if he's not in peak physical condition, or if he's babying an injury, his mental game suffers as much as his performance does. After jumping out of the pool this morning, he made an offhand observation to Boily: "If you feel good, you can think about playing good."

Wes Welker has always been a hard-charging guy who plays spectacular football. But for years, football didn't exactly love him back. In high school in Oklahoma, he was the star receiver--and rusher and kicker and punt returner. But when the time came for scholarships, he had to wait for a last-minute offer from Texas Tech University. Why? Because he was 5'9"? No matter. He'd show 'em. In his last year at Texas Tech, he set a Big 12 record for receptions per game and NCAA career records for punt returns and punt-return yardage. Surely those stats would guarantee him a spot on an NFL squad.

He went undrafted.

He had failed the "measurables." Maybe the scouts didn't like his height, or his speed in the 40-yard dash, but clearly they were not measuring the right things.

There were 256 supposedly hot prospects drafted by NFL teams in 2004, including 31 wide receivers. Where are those 31 receivers now? They're mostly gone from the game. Gone and not remembered. The only big name still in the league is Larry Fitzgerald Jr.

So it goes. Wes Welker--today a five-time Pro Bowl pick, a guy with a record five seasons of 105 receptions, a guy with the most receiving yards in a six-season span in NFL history--Wes Welker had to free-agent his way onto the San Diego Chargers back in 2004. He got cut, landed with the Dolphins, and then in 2007 joined the New England Patriots, where he clicked with Tom Brady. Last season he joined Peyton Manning in Denver. His contract pays him $6 million a year, which is a comfortable payday for most people but actually well below the salaries for the NFL's top-paid wide receivers. As the Bleacher Report said of him earlier this year: "He is one of the greatest steals--at any position--in NFL history."

You have to wonder: How did the chowderheads at the Scouting Combine miss this guy? And how was he able to keep believing in himself? Despite the setbacks, he has persevered. He's what his coach, John Fox, has described as "very gritty."

Grit. Where did Welker find it? Can you and I have it too?

Let's define the term. Grit has nothing to do with Southern breakfast food; no, it is not a single serving of grits. It is, however, an authentically American concept--a slang word dating back to the early 1800s. If you have grit, you have the toughness and tenacity to see a goal through, with an added dash of resourcefulness and pluck to help overcome setbacks. You have stamina and persistence. You have bravery and backbone. You're someone who can git 'er done.

Grit is the theme of some recent stories, like the movie Gravity, and one of world's oldest stories, The Odyssey. The word is often preceded by the word "true," most notably in Charles Portis's 1968 novel True Grit, which focused on a 14-year-old girl with more of it than you or I or John Wayne will ever have. There's a climactic scene where she's fallen in a snake pit and has to prop herself up with a corpse bone to keep from plunging into a cave below; bats are brushing against her legs, and a rattler bites her hand ... I'll stop there.

Grit is not to be confused with talent. In fact, grit is what you're left with when you don't have talent. If your parents have no money and you have neither a standout skill nor a high IQ, well, there's always grit. It's the great equalizer.

Whatever your gift or aptitude or advantage, grit is the stuff that will help you make full use of it. Grit turns potential into accomplishment. When you look back, grit will be what led you to fulfill your "early promise." You achieve your goals--even if nobody else understands that you will be a Hall of Fame wide receiver someday.

Here's the key question: How many times have you regretted not sticking with something, not hanging in there until your efforts bore fruit? And its flip side: How many times have you regretted sticking with something for far too long, throwing time and money into a bad bet? Most men will say that their regrets are piled up on the side of quitting too soon. If you're still young and don't feel that yet, you will--unless you score well on the "grit test."

Something beyond I!--that's what inspired Angela Duckworth to begin testing for grit. A research psychologist, she got her Ph.D. at the University of Pennsylvania, where she studied under Martin E.P. Seligman, Ph.D., founder of the positive psychology movement. She joined a group of researchers who were exploring the character traits that abound in happy, productive, mentally healthy people. In a 2007 paper, she noted that intelligence was the best-documented predictor of achievement but then asked, "Why do some individuals accomplish more than others of equal intelligence?" Her conclusion: They possess more grit.

She came by that conclusion after surveying 1,218 freshman cadets who entered West Point in July 2004. Upon arrival, the cadets were given a brief questionnaire that asked for their reactions to statements like "I often set a goal but later choose to pursue a different one." You and I would call it a quiz; psychologists call it a "self-report measure." Duckworth and her colleagues had devised it to assess grit (or, more accurately, a person's perception of his or her own grit), which they defined as "perseverance and passion for long-term goals." Here, take the test yourself: See upenn.app.box.com/12itemgrit. I scored a middling 3.5 out of 5.

But back to West Point: About one in 20 cadets drop out during that first grueling summer, known as "Beast Barracks." Notably, the cadets who'd done well on Duckworth's Grit Scale were disproportionately not among them. Cadets with higher-than-average scores were over 60 percent more likely to complete the summer than cadets who didn't score as well. Two years later, Duckworth repeated the experiment on 1,308 members of the entering class of 2010; again, their grit scores helped predict their retention.

Duckworth also gave the Grit Scale test to 138 of her own undergrads. Those who scored high in grit did better academically than their peers, even though the researchers noted a connection between higher grit scores and lower SAT scores. "Among relatively intelligent individuals," Duckworth says, "those who are less bright than their peers compensate by working harder and with more determination."

So what's the bottom line? True grit is a real thing, not just a nostalgic old-school ideal, and people who have more of it go farther in this world. In an interview last year, Duckworth said, "Grit predicts success. Grit is not the only determinant of success; opportunity and talent matter too. But on average, grittier people turn out to be more successful than others, particularly in very challenging situations."

At the Duckworth Lab, scientists like Claire Robertson-Kraft, Ph.D.(c), are at a turning point. "Over the past decade, the research has shown that grit is very predictive of success in a variety of challenging fields," she says. "We have a solid base of research on the importance of grit and are now transitioning into research on how to build grit."

Although gritty research is a long way from reaching conclusions, the early wisdom is tilting toward these avenues of advice:

Set a goal.

Goal setting is second nature to gritty people; they make plans to accomplish what is most important to them. And they don't obsess over the difficulty; if anything, they underplay the work involved. And they begin their pursuit without fuss or delay. Early in the novel True Grit, Mattie Ross travels to Fort Smith to retrieve her father's body. She arranges for an undertaker to ship his coffin home for burial; he asks if she would like to kiss her father goodbye. "No," she replies gruffly, "put the lid on it." She has already set her sights on rough justice.

Another study of West Point cadets suggests you'll be more successful in reaching your goal--say, learning to play guitar--if your motives are primarily internal ("... because I like rock music") rather than as a means to an end ("... I want chicks to dig me").

Practice, practice, practice.

That's the message of ongoing research out of Duckworth's lab. "Students think talent is all that matters," one of her studies notes. "You rarely see other people practice, but nearly all famous people say that practice is what led to their success."

What K. Anders Ericsson, Ph.D., calls "deliberate practice" is not play or performance time but rather activities designed to improve specific aspects of performance. It means working on your weaknesses, working that sweet spot at the edge of your abilities. It involves frustration, concentration, repetition, and expert feedback. And it looks exactly like Welker's morning with his trainer.

Learn to be optimistic.

Gritty people are optimistic people. When an optimistic guy suffers a setback, he thinks of it as temporary and limited in scope. He thinks that with just a bit more effort, he can get over the hump. He may blame someone else for his misfortune. A pessimist, on the other hand, attributes bad events to big, overpowering causes that have now ruined everything forever and ever. He "catastrophizes." And whether it's his own fault or not, he tends to blame himself.

"It's easy to go to that place," Welker says. "You've got to change your thought process: You're tougher than that. Let's go. Come on. You've got to talk to yourself."

Expect difficulty.

We have a Pollyanna problem in American culture--we want to believe that positive thinking alone will carry us to our goal. Office cubicles and school hallways throughout the nation are emblazoned with sayings like "Dream it, believe it, achieve it!" The trouble is, this is exactly the wrong sort of motivation for children and adults alike. "Wishful thinking is, alas, exactly that," concludes a recent Duckworth study of 77 fifth-graders at an urban middle school. The "positive thinking" approach was tested against a more nuanced program in which children were prodded to consider obstacles that would stand in their way and then to make a plan to circumvent those obstacles. Those children went on to improve their grades, attendance, and conduct significantly more than the children who were encouraged to indulge in best outcome fantasies. In other studies, empty positivity has been shown to produce only greater distress, dissatisfaction, and dysfunction.

Don't become distracted. We live in what Internet entrepreneur Joe Kraus has called a "culture of distraction." Can you imagine Mattie Ross in today's world? Teenagers in the United States average 3,300 texts a month. That doesn't leave much focus for chasing outlaws.

In a Duckworth Lab study of more than 1,300 seniors in urban high schools across the country, students sat at a computer and were given the choice between solving incredibly boring math problems, which were displayed on the left side of the screen, or watching entertaining videos or playing a game, displayed on the right side. As it turned out, those students who were most dedicated to completing the boring tasks were 67 percent more likely to be enrolled in college a year later.

After the Bommartio workout, Welker invites me out for gluten-free pancakes. We grab a booth at the local pancake joint and start talking about his grit. Would he like to take Duckworth's Grit Scale? I slide it across the table; of course he's game. He gets a 4 out of 5, which makes me wonder more about the Grit Scale than about Welker. This guy should be off the charts. Maybe grit doesn't explain everything.

Make no mistake: Wes Welker has skills. He is not the football hero who got where he is by sheer willpower. His athletic abilities are awesome to behold; on the field he has brains, focus, and eye-blink reflexes. In the gym he moves through the stations with fiery dispatch. He has, and always had, deep reserves of physical energy. At age 3 he climbed a tree to get onto the roof of his house, and his parents were calling him a "hellion." A year later he began playing soccer. Welker didn't start with football until sixth grade; then he played both sports through high school.

"There was no walk-through for me," he says of his days on what others call the "practice" field. "I would tell the coaches: 'I only have one speed.'" What he did do in those years, a lot, was throw up. That's how hard he pushed himself on the field.

Welker has another quality that no one knows how to measure: intense competitiveness. "Even in practices, I didn't want anybody else to beat me on any sprint, ever," he recalls. Today, he says, that translates into a desire to prove himself in every play of every game. To dominate, to use one of his favorite words. To be "uncoverable." "That's my mindset," he says. "That's what I think about when I'm training and getting ready." And when all this training is a summer memory? When he's out on the field this fall? "My thought process is, I'm gonna kill this guy.'"

Spoken like a young firebrand. Except he's not. Welker may be only 33, but as he enters his 11th season, only one other Bronco on the roster--Peyton Manning--has more experience. Yet I cannot get Welker to talk about life after football. He is not about to get distracted by "new ideas and projects," as the Grit Scale quiz puts it. His career in football is a long-term goal that gets longer every year. If you want to measure him by his career receptions, he's right up there in the mid-800s with Larry Fitzgerald Jr.

In another two years, Welker has a chance to break 1,000 catches. He thinks it will happen, "as long as these ankles and knees stay together and I can keep on playing and enjoying it." That would be amazing. Hall of Fame amazing.

Meanwhile, all those young players on the Broncos roster are seeking his advice. And the one bit of wisdom he frequently imparts has to do with shaking off a bad play. "Young players, they're on such a big stage, and bad things happen," he says. "I tell them, 'The last play doesn't matter anymore. It's the next one. So don't let a bad play become another bad play.' You've just got to get rid of it and say 'It happens.' Move on to the next one. And do better next time."

I think they got an important lesson in grit. And so did we.


Wednesday, September 24, 2014

If He Was Scammed, It Was Worth It

There was a knock on the driver's-side window of my mother's Passat. I turned to see a 40-something guy with glasses, seemingly middle class. "Excuse me, I'm sorry, excuse me, I'm very sorry," he was saying, while motioning for me to roll down the window.

I had just left the Milford, Connecticut service plaza and climbed into the car; he was there so quickly, he must have followed me out from the lobster roll stand inside.

I took my window down a little bit, and asked warily, "What's up?"

He started into his story, peppering it with apologies for bothering me, yet continuing to bother me. It was a tale of a broken-down car, lost wallet, hungry children waiting by the side of the road and the need for just $26 more for a tow truck. He would pay me back if I gave him my address and phone number. He seemed the requisite amount of desperate, but you never know.

I was pretty sure this was a scam, but paused a bit to digest it all. He launched into a repeat of his pitch again, only this time he added something that caught my attention. "And we were visiting my father," the man said, "who has Alzheimer's, at the place where he lives up the road."

Here, my listening went from "somewhat polite" and "tolerant" to "did he really just say that?"

I got out of the car. Up until then, I had been through this game before. One late night in Chicago, a guy who looked homeless ran up to me just as I parked my car and rattled off a similar speech about a broken-down car and the need to raise money for a tow truck. It was very late and although he looked car-less as well as homeless, I threw $5 at him and said good luck as I briskly walk-ran into my apartment building. Another night, years later in Brooklyn, I just walked away mid-story from a scary-looking guy. It's not like I don't want to help people, but these guys seemed more predatory than needy.

But this time, in Milford, Conn., I asked the guy to repeat what he had just said. He did. Then I told him my story.

"Two hours ago, I dropped off my father at an Alzheimer's facility where he's probably going to live for the rest of his life," I told him. "Two weeks ago, my mother died, after a severe stroke that hit out of nowhere, at a restaurant after a show I directed. I have 6-year-old twins that I haven't seen in almost two weeks. I just left Long Island, where my dad is now in that facility, and am driving to Boston, where my kids have been staying with their other grandparents.

"This is my story," I added soberly, "and it is real." In that moment, the tragically surreal events of my summer that had only been running on a continuous loop in my head, burst out of my mouth like bullet points. To some stranger that I didn't like at first glance yet.

I think I raised my voice a bit then, and maybe scared the guy. He backed off just a little.

"I'm going to tell you right now that if your story is a scam, if you've made up all of this--especially the part about having a father with Alzheimer's--just to get a few bucks out of me, then …" Then I stopped. I censored myself.

If I knew for a fact, 100 percent sure, that he was lying, I think I might have hit him. I don't hit people. I'm a nice Jewish boy who spent the previous three weeks sleeping on his parents' couch, half of it mourning the sudden loss of my mother and watching my father deteriorate even faster after her death as his mind continued to betray him. I'm sad, I'm bone-tired, I'm not violent. Yet, the idea that the universe might have sent this man to taunt me with this sob story or make me think that we made a wrong decision about my Dad or I don't know, just push a button I never even knew I had. Why did I want to hit this guy?

He looked scared but was shaking his head. "No, it's the truth, I swear."

In all my nice-guy-toughness I said to him, "If you're lying, then you need to know that you are scum. Lower than scum. And this is the wrong day to tell your story to the wrong person. If you're lying, then you are … you are just not a nice person and you should know that about yourself." (I wish I had said something more profound than "not a nice person," but, well, I am no more practiced at cursing strangers out than at beating them up.)

Stammering a bit now, he said it again: "I'm telling you, it's all true."

Two or three more long seconds of staring at him was probably not enough time to truly judge a man's soul, but I didn't want to live with the possibility that he was me, only short a few bucks. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a twenty.

"Thank you, thank you," he said. "Give me your address, I promise I'll pay you back, I promise."

"That's OK," I told him. "Next time, you can help someone else. Just do that."

The guy stuffed the $20 in his pocket and fast-walked back into the service center. I got into my car and back on the road, my mind and heart racing. After a bit I just shook my head: "Did that just happen?"

During the rest of my drive, I replayed the whole episode over and over again in my head, trying to convince myself that the guy wasn't a scumbag con artist, just a guy down on his luck. Not just because I wanted to feel better about giving him money. I also wanted to believe, in a weird way, that our brief encounter had some meaning.

Would I have told a stranger in a parking lot about my dad's disease just to get $26? I guess I wouldn't, but who knows what you'll do when you get desperate? But then again, I had just told him everything about my family for no money. Why the hell had I done that? And why did it feel so cathartic?

I try every day to remember everything I can about my Dad--not just dwell on my latest memory of him sitting in his new room in a comfortable but depressing facility, surrounded by pictures of my mom and siblings and his grandkids, all in a futile effort to make sure he remembers us. I need to remember the stories. Funny stories, serious stories, learning stories--Dad stories.

But at least at the moment, his Alzheimer's has taken center stage. And that's unfair. It's infuriating. You want your old dad back, the one you remember. And there's nothing you can do to keep him from slipping away.

When you tell people that your dad has Alzheimer's, you start to realize how big a universe it is for parents with horrific diseases. I have friends with family members ravaged by ALS and Parkinson's. Almost everyone has a story, a sad story. You don't realize what helpless feels like until it happens to you.

There was something weirdly satisfying about unloading on this guy, telling him all the ugly truths about what had happened to my parents. Not in the way that your friends want to hear as they're trying to comfort you. In an angry burst, with all the raw emotion, to a stranger who may be going through the same thing.

That's what I really got for my $20. The chance to be angry, and to shout at another human being about how righteously unfair and fucking awful it really was. Maybe he understood because he was going through the same thing. Or maybe he was just a hapless scam artist who didn't realize what he'd gotten into.

Either way, it felt like money well spent.

5 New Rules of Super Strength

Two minutes into his workout, Louie Vito is already dripping sweat. Rivulets run down the Olympic snowboarder's legs, pooling on the floor as he clutches 50-pound dumbbells and launches onto a 24-inch-high box. "This sucks," he pants, smiling. "Thanks for throwing me into the fire."

"It's what I do," says his trainer, John Schaeffer, with a shrug. "Now drop the dumbbells and run steps ... fast!"

Vito takes off toward a staircase leading to the second floor of the Winningfactor Sports Sciences training center, Schaeffer's gym in a converted farmhouse in rural Pennsylvania.

He's in for another two minutes of grueling work. Next up: a five-move medicine-ball circuit done without rest. "Ballistic moves performed under extreme fatigue recruit muscles you don't normally use," says Schaeffer, dropping one of the many insights that have made him among the most sought-after trainers in sports. "Louie is lucky it's a moderate-intensity day--on high-intensity days, I don't let him drop the weights."

For Schaeffer, a former world champion powerlifter and kickboxer, fatigue isn't just the result of exercise; it's the goal. And anyone who doubts his methods need only consider the accomplishments of the athletes he has trained, including eight-time Olympic medalist Apolo Ohno, world heavyweight boxer Alexander Zolkin, and 2013 NFL rushing leader LeSean McCoy. "John takes you to the very brink of your edge and then brings you back," says Ohno. "But he never pushes you past it."

The results can be almost freakish: Vito taking NFL athletes twice his size to task in mixed-sport workouts; Ohno leg-pressing 2,000 pounds (14 times his body weight); McCoy changing direction in two-tenths of a second at full speed while carrying 70-pound dumbbells. "The training is tough, but my athletes quickly come to realize that they have much more energy and muscle power than they ever knew they had," says Schaeffer. He has dedicated 30 years to mastering ways to trigger that realization and capitalize on it. Learn his five training secrets to unlock your own potential and take your workouts to a whole new level.

The Fuel Rule
Don't Be Afraid of Fat
"The thing that most radically improves athletes' performance is proper nutrition," says Schaeffer, who developed the recipe below to help clients push harder in workouts and recover faster afterward. "Most of the calories come from high-quality fats, a more efficient source of energy than carbs," he says. "Plus, your body is actually less likely to store fat as fat."

MAKE COOKIES
Combine 1 cup raw oats, 4 Tbsp coconut oil, 2 Tbsp whey protein, and 1 cup applesauce. That makes four servings (no baking). Eat one, wait an hour, and hit the gym.

The Clock Rule
Brief Workouts Are Best
Muscle growth and fat loss are proportional to hours spent lifting, right? "They're not," says Schaeffer. He points to Ohno's workouts leading up to the 2010 Olympics, which rarely lasted longer than 30 minutes. "But he did more in that time than most guys do in two hours," Schaeffer says. "Workout density trumps duration because it forces you to keep the intensity high."

CUT WASTE
Slice "fat" from your workouts--that is, socializing at the water fountain, chatting up the brunette on the treadmill, and watching SportsCenter highlights. Then give your rest periods the same attention you do sets and reps. "Keep them to 30 seconds or less," says Schaeffer.

The Brain Rule
Reaction Speed Can Be Trained
A brain that can process what it sees and respond quickly has an edge. "You can grab a steal, tip a pass, or land a jump faster and more efficiently than your opponent," says Schaeffer. The Journal of Strength and Conditioning Research reports that NBA players with faster reaction times log better stats. "It's a game-changer for athletes," says Schaeffer. "But regular guys can do better in everyday tasks, from driving to kid-watching."

HONE YOUR REFLEXES
Face a buddy from 10 yards away. Close your eyes and have him bounce a tennis ball to you, yelling "left" or "right." When he does, open your eyes and catch it with that hand. Training solo? Use a wall.

The Rest Rule
Pack In More Work
No matter how hard you go in the gym, you can probably go harder. The reason: You set the weight down between sets. "Staying under load for the entire exercise and then immediately doing one set of a ballistic move--like explosive stepups or pushups--will recruit dormant motor neurons and condition your body to recover under stress," says Schaeffer. "It will also trigger a surge of muscle-building hormones."

MIX IT UP
Add Killer Combos (see right) to your fitness plan. "These can be very difficult, mentally and physically," says Schaeffer. "So don't just grind through them. Focus on good form." If you feel your form slipping, use less weight.

The Finishing Rule
If You End Slow, You'll Be Slow
Many guys think of strength and cardio as separate entities. But interval training can be beneficial at the end of a resistance workout. "Your body remembers and adapts to what it does last in a training session," Schaeffer says. "If you end slow, you'll be slow. That's why my athletes finish their workouts with speedwork."

HIT THE AFTERBURNERS
When the last lift is done, hop on a treadmill, rower, or Airdyne bike for 5 to 10 intervals. "For each interval, sprint all out for 30 seconds and recover 30 seconds," says Schaeffer. "But don't dial it back too much during the recovery--I typically have Louie sprint at 14 miles an hour and recover at 8."


KILLER COMBOS
Activate muscle and torch fat with these two brutal exercise pairs.

COMBO 1
Squat
Hold a barbell across your upper back and stand with your feet shoulder width apart. Push your hips back, bend your knees, and lower your body until your thighs are at least parallel to the floor. Pause, return to the start, and repeat.

Stepup
Holding a barbell across your upper back, place your right foot on a step or bench. Push your body up until your right leg is straight. (Keep your left foot elevated.) Step down. Repeat with your left leg. Continue alternating legs.

COMBO 2
Bench Press
Lie on your back on a bench and hold a barbell above your chest using an overhand grip that's just beyond shoulder width. Lower it to 2 inches above your sternum. Pause, and push it back up to the starting position.

Explosive Pushup
Assume a pushup position with your arms straight and hands slightly beyond shoulder width. Bend your arms to lower your chest until it nearly touches the floor. Then push up with enough force for your hands to leave the floor.

10 Celebrity Beers That Surprisingly Don't Suck

Think about this for a second: When was the last time you saw an athlete shilling for an alcoholic beverage? These days, sports stars sell underwear, shampoo, razors, and loads of sneakers, but rarely make booze a part of their brand. (Especially if they have a younger fan base.) Many actors and musicians, on the other hand, couldn't care less about the kids: Creative folks love slapping their names on liquor labels and beer bottles, and in some cases, even play a part in making their booze. Here are 10 surprisingly good celebrity-endorsed brews. 

The band: Hanson
The beer: Mmmhops
The brewer: Mustang Brewing Company (Mustang, Oklahoma)
Literal band of brothers Hanson, who hit the big time in 1997 with their ubiquitous smash song "MMMBop," have long since grown up, cut their hair, and entered the beer game. Their signature pale ale, Mmmhops--because of course it's called that--boasts a spicy-sweet, citrusy flavor, and a generous 7.5% alcohol by volume (ABV). 

The band: Hootie & the Blowfish
The beer: Hootie's Homegrown Ale
The brewer: Rock Brothers Brewing  (Charleston, South Carolina)
Speaking of bands that sprung to popularity in the 1990s, Hootie & the Blowfish did a much more consistent job of owning the pop charts than Hanson could've ever dreamed, with its panoply of hits like "Hold My Hand" and "Only Wanna Be With You." Years later, surprisingly, lead singer Darius Rucker made a 360-degree turn and became a monster country-music crossover star, scoring a string of number one singles. 

Now that Hootie (a.k.a. Rucker) has conquered multiple genres, he and his former fishy friends have launched into the liquid-gold market, dropping Hootie's Homegrown Ale this past summer in concert with the 20th anniversary of their classic album, Cracked Rear View. The beer's an American Blonde brewed with Carolina gold rice, featuring hints of lemongrass and light-to-medium bitterness. At just 4.5% ABV, it won't knock you on your keister--but remembering all of Hootie's hits might. 

The actor: Wil Wheaton
The beer: Stone Farking Wheaton w00tstout
The brewer: Stone Brewing Co. (Escondido, California) 
An unlikely collaboration between actor Wil Wheaton (Star Trek: The Next Generation), Drew Curtis (creator of Fark.com), and Stone Brewing cofounder, Greg Koch, the Stone Farking Wheaton is nothing short of a revelation in a bottle. At 13% ABV, this American Double/Imperial Stout is brewed with pecans, wheat, and rye--and on top of that, it's one-quarter aged in bourbon whiskey barrels. Drooling yet? Flavor-wise, it's sort of like an ice-cream sundae in your mouth: a nutty aroma mixed in with vanilla and bitter chocolate flavors. Heck, it's probably great on ice cream.

The bands: Grateful Dead, Pearl Jam, Miles Davis, Robert Johnson
The beer: Assorted beers
The brewer: Dogfish Head Craft Brewery (Milton, Delaware) 
Okay, we're cheating a little bit here. Technically more celebrity-inspired than -endorsed, craft god Dogfish Head has limited-released a stream of brews: Grateful Dead's American Beauty, a 9% ABV American Pale Ale with hints of its key, "crunchy" ingredient, organic granola; Pearl Jam's Faithfull Ale, a 7% ABV, low-hopped Belgian Golden Ale with fruity tastes upfront and a clean-and-dry ending; Miles Davis' Bitches Brew, a 9% ABV fusion of an Imperial Stout and Honey Beer, which emits an earthy aroma and goes perfect with spicy foods and meats; and Robert Johnson's Hellhound on My Ale, which has 10% ABV and uses citrusy West Coast hops --especially for their hints of lemon, in honor of Johnson's mentor Blind Lemon Jefferson. 

The band: Iron Maiden
The beer: Trooper
The brewer: Robinsons Brewery (Stockport, England) 
The first and only import on this list, Trooper is the result of a British heavy-metal powerhouse "hopping" on the bandwagon. Iron Maiden's brew is a deep, golden, traditional English cask ale, whose name references one of the band's lone cross-Atlantic hits, "The Trooper." An ESB (Extra Special/Strong Bitter), this 4.7% ABV brew has a malty flavor with citrus notes and is made from a blend of Bobek, Goldings, and Cascade hops. Find it Stateside here. 

The show: Game of Thrones
The beer: Fire and Blood Red Ale
The brewer: Brewery Ommegang (Cooperstown, New York)

Ommegang has given the National Baseball Hall of Fame a run for its money as the Cooperstown, New York, destination. And the brewery's Fire and Blood Red Ale may just put it over the top. This brew takes its name from the dragon-owning House Targaryen in HBO's Game of Thrones, and each of its bottles' labels is randomly emblazoned with one of the three fire-breathers: Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion. At 6.8% ABV, this American Amber/Red Ale is, of course, licked by a fiery ingredient: ancho chillies. It also comes in 25.4 oz. bottles to go along with your dragon-like appetite for singed meat. The brewery has also produced the GOT-inspired Iron Throne, Take the Black Stout, and the soon-to-be-released Valar Morghulis (out October 1). 

The musician: Jimmy Buffett
The beer: Landshark Lager
The brewer: Margaritaville Brewing Co. (St. Louis, Missouri)

Jimmy Buffett's logical next step after writing odes to an Edenic cheeseburger and everybody's favorite tequila-based cocktail was to launch his own line of island-living-friendly beers--an American Adjunct Lager called Landshark, to be exact. Known for being light, pale, and fizzy--think Corona Extra or Red Stripe Jamaican Lager--Landshark is the perfect beach or poolside beverage for that autumn or winter island-getaway. And at 4.7% ABV, you'll have to drink several before getting up in front of your all-inclusive-resort-mates to do a slurred rendition of "Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes."  

The show: AMC's The Walking Dead
The beer: Dock Street Walker
The brewer: Dock Street Brewing Co. (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania) 

Dock Street, a West Philadelphia--based beer-maker, is in the process of brewing its latest batch of Walker, an American Pale Stout, which pays homage to AMC's zombie-apocalypse classic The Walking Dead. And get this: Aside from traditional ingredients like barley, wheat, and organic cranberry, Walker includes actual smoked goat brains. But depending on the pour, you may be drinking through a decent head to get to the 7.8% ABV brain-flavored suds. If you can't find Walker just yet, don't lose your head; Dock Street will start tapping/selling the beer on October 12, the day of the Season 5 Dead premiere.

The celebrity: Frank Thomas
The beer: Big Hurt Beer
The brewer: Big Hurt Brewing Co. (St. Paul, Minnesota*)
Former Chicago White Sox slugger Frank Thomas was one of the most dominant hitters of the '90s, and Cooperstown came calling this past July. Besides being a recent Hall-of-Famer, Thomas stands out as one of just a few former athletes to have his name on a line of beers. The aptly titled Big Hurt Beer (after his hitter nickname) comes in two malt-beverage-y brands: "original" (a canned 7% ABV Imperial Lager) and "MVP" (a bottled 5% ABV American Lager). Although it's gotten mixed reviews from beer critics, BHB is on tap at the White Sox's home ballpark, U.S. Cellular Field. That's a major-league vote of confidence, as far as we're concerned.

*This is technically not where the beer is brewed. The brewer is actually Minhas Craft Brewery in Monroe, Wisconsin--a Minhas rep declined comment on whether it brewed Big Hurt Beer, but several reports say it owns the contract.

The celebrity: Lenny Bruce
The beer: He'Brew Bittersweet Lenny's R.I.P.A.
The brewer: Shmaltz Brewing Company (Clifton Park, New York)
If you haven't sipped at the greatness that is Shmaltz's various lines of "Chosen" beers (i.e. Jewish-friendly brews), you've been missing out. Given that the Jewish religion highly respects its dead, it makes sense that there'd be a Mourner's Kaddish of beers--specifically, one for one of the greatest, earliest, and most foul-mouthed comedians of all time, Lenny Bruce. Packing a big 10% ABV, Lenny's is said to be "brewed with an obscene amount of malts and hops," and it's got a deliciously earthy and spicy taste. Drink too many Lennys, and you'll be lit like a Menorah. 

This High School Football Player Gives a Motivational Speech That Will Blow You Away

If you've found it difficult to get pumped for weekend pigskin this season, we can't blame you. Following football in 2014 has been a bummer with the NFL's myriad off-the-field issues.

That's why we love this postgame interview with high school senior Apollos Hester. The 6-0, 190-pound receiver for the East View Patriots, of Georgetown, Texas, gave the most amped, motivating, and refreshing speech that we don't think was pulled directly from a movie script. (Not to be outdone, these NFL Stars Share Their Secrets to Success.)

Hester has reason to be flashing a huge smile as his team trailed, 28-14, at the half before storming back. Hester grabbed a 25-yard touchdown pass to tie the game at 28. His team went on to win, 42-41,  and improve to 4-0 for the season.

If this speech doesn't make you want, as the anchorman says near the end, to run through a brick wall to start your week, you might be unmotivatable, if that's a word.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Forza Horizon 2 Road Challenge Features Hero Car Huracan

Forza Horizon 2, Microsoft's newest video game for XBOX ONE, features the the Lamborghini Huracán LP 610- 4 as the Hero Car. Now, they take the virtual challenge to reality on road with the Forza Fuel Challenge. Eight sports cars,