8-mile meets Amman

The music playing at the gym is less than ideal for a get-pumped-motivating type workout. The awful house/techno music is more along the lines of “let me put on my white patent leather shoes, Armani exchange shirt and hugo boss cologne and lez go pick us up some ez em pitches wella bro.” luckily I brought my ipod shuffle loaded with good ole rock your pants style music. The usual suspects are all in there: PJ, Tool, Linkin park to name a few. Coach muhammed asked what kind of music I was listening to. It just so happened that I was reppin our very own Detroit native Eminem. He instantly fell in love and asked me to burn him a CD. Who am I to say no to introduce 8-miles pride to the rough, tough streets of Amman (If you’re reading this slim, I want royalties). Like Donnie Brasco, I just got made. The flat bench clears when I walk into the gym now.