Today I pointed my old boss Scott to this column by Neal Pollack from a few weeks back. In the column, Pollack describes how his local 24 Hour Fitness gym has been transmogrified into a Lance Armstrong shrine. Like Scott, I thought this was the most amusing passage in the piece:
While I agree that Willie is probably more apt to inspire a bout of herbal relaxation than a fitness kick, I've apparently internalized Austin culture to the extent that I immediately thought of the cover of his Old Friends record, where the "Crazy" songwriter appears in a New Balance singlet and running shoes. Perhaps a Willie Nelson 24 Hour Fitness isn't as far-fetched as it seems. Of course, Willie is far from silent here in Austin; lately he's been lending his voice as a spokesperson for the Capital Metro bus service,
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