Sunday, February 19, 2006

FTMB

That's the acronym for mine and Jen's new band,"Fast Twitch Muscle Butter."

Jen will be on xylophone and back-up vocals and I will be playing oboe and lead vocals. We are currently accepting applications for all other instruments.

Would you like to join?

Perhaps first, you shall need to know the origin of our band's name. While Jen and I were watching the Biathalon in the winter Olympics, it came to us...rather, it was delivered to us by one of the announcers. For those of you who are not avid Olympics watchers, the Biathalon is an event where they cross-country ski, then shoot laying down, then cross-country ski, then shoot standing up, then repeat for 12.5 km. So it was the end of the men's race, and there were two men rallying for the gold. It was going to come down to who was better at sprinting and as we all know, sprinting requires fast twitch muscles.

I can't begin to describe just how excited the two announcers were. The man holding the lead was a Norwegian going for his 6th biathalon gold medal and the man in 2nd was French and I believe would win the first men's French gold in biathalon if he could pull it off. As the two were coming around the corner, the Frenchman stumbled and fell around the corner, but popped back up. The announcers were so friggin excited, one of them said,"It's really going to come down to which man can use the fast twitch muscle butter to sprint to win the sprint at the end." Jen and I looked at each other and realized what they had just said and busted up laughing and decided that needed to be the name of our new band.

There it is...please apply at will.

2 Comments:

Blogger Charlie said...

Sounds saturated...like whale oil.
You know those Norwegians and their whale oil.

10:30 AM  
Blogger A. Diabetic Person said...

Wow. If I had seen that, I doubt that I would have payed attention to anything that happened in the Olympics afterward. My mind would be consumed with trying to figure out what twitch muscle butter was, and why the announcer felt it would be appropriate to say it.

Maybe he did it on a dare. Maybe he and his friends were sitting around drinking, and they said they'd pay him 1,000 bucks if he could say (they look around on the table for some random words) "twitch...muscle butter..." on the air.

See, I can't even focus on the blog, my mind wanders.

8:42 PM  

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