Man Boobs are No Laughing Matter
Posted on 09 23, 2007 under Predad by Paul Simpson | View Comments
In recent years we’ve been beaten over the head about how
fat we are as nation. It seems like you
can’t watch a newscast without some story (complete with from-the-neck-down
shots of anonymous fatties walking down the street with a 32-ounce soda in hand)
airing about how yet another food contributes to packing on the pounds. Of course, nobody wants to hear it. “I’m a grown man!” you shout at the news
anchor, wildly waving a sub sandwich as you recline in your La-Z-Boy. “You’ll have to pry this cheesesteak out of
my cold, dead hands!” Some guys even
treat their beer bellies like some gelatinous badge of honor by wearing
t-shirts that say “Body by Bud” in stretched funhouse mirror letters across
their expansive midsections. It seems
like nothing can get us to pay attention to our expanding waistlines, but a
recent article in the New England Journal of Medicine might just do the
trick: How’d you like a nice set of jugs
to go with your gut?
Once again, we did it. The valiant members of Team Noodad completed and defeated the fabled Boston Marathon course in a team record 9 hours on Sunday, September 16, shaving off a full 30 minutes from last year’s time. The 26.2 mile course put up a good fight, throwing all it had at Team Noodad in an effort to make us submit. This year we encountered fewer angry drivers and handled the steep thigh-burning inclines more easily. By starting earlier we found the Port-A-Johns a little cleaner and, after encountering a horrendous putrid cloud emanating from the rotted corpse of a flat, slow-footed squirrel within the first mile of the walk, there wasn’t an odor we couldn’t handle.
In March I had the pleasure of 
