I was just thinking about this really funny thing that my friend, Rob and I did when we were younger.
Rob and I do some very funny things together and this is one of them.
One day, Rob walked up to my house. I forget what we were talking about, but “Spinach” came up in the conversation. Now, everyone knows that when Popeye eats spinach, he usually kicks some serious ass. Rob and I decided to perform an experiment.
I had a can of spinach in the kitchen. He suggested that we wrestle, to determine who was stronger. After we did that, the person who lost would eat some of the spinach and then we would wrestle again to see if the spinach made any difference.
We walked out in the backyard and began to wrestle. I beat poor Rob into submission. He gave up and we concluded that I won the match. That was settled. We walked back into the house and Rob ate some spinach. He felt pretty good and I think he may have even flexed a little bit to intimidate me before the next match. I was unshaken. We again walked to the back yard and began to wrestle. Once more, I beat poor Rob into submission. He gave up and this time, we concluded that spinach does nothing for your strength in the short-run.
What’s the moral of the story? Rob, don’t mess with me. You’re just going to get hurt.