Mr. Davidson

That's right boys. I've finally taken a little time away from my upper body training to figure out how to turn on the computer and damn if I didn't take to it like a fish to water. As you can see, the three weeks on the bowflex have done wonders for my bi's and tri's. And no my arms didn't "explode", unless you count getting deep muscle abscesses that have to be punctured with a steak knife "exploding". Anyway, I figure I get a few weeks of aerobic in on the Tony Little endorsed Gazelle and there may not be a single event that I don't dominate (unless that New Arun shows up- I bet that freak brings the noise). So let notice be served- that imaginary trophy won't be yours until you pry it from my hot, greasy, acnefied, sweaty fingers.
The Franchise

Mister Davidson Speaks!

He's gonna start blogging soon, but just thought I'd uncover the mouth from the south . . . .

"Hey Hayes,
I did not receive the blogging invite, but you can bet your sweet ass I will be there with a vengeance. I have Rick's address and I will forward this email on to him. I actually just started my cross training a few weeks ago- hitting the mile hard, pumping up the hanging strength workouts, and doing some speed eating/drinking at McD's.
Thanks for the email. Smell ya later."

Mister D.

I googled Arun Thomas . . . . .

. . . . . and this is who I found. I'm pretty sure this isn't the guy we went to school with. Anyone have his contact info? This being the first "Mr. Davidson Open" I'm trying to track down some of the guys who fell through the cracks in May of '07.
Billy Abrams anyone?