So I get a call at 8:30am today. One of my really good friends. He asks what I’m doing. Knowing me like he does, he should have known that I was sleeping. I ask, “What’s up?” Big mistake.
He says, ” I need you brother.” 
I say, “What for?” I keep asking the wrong questions.
“Remember that email I sent you about us pulling that airplane? It’s today and we are a man short. Can you come down to Long Beach Airport and help out?”
“Crap. There goes my Saturday morning sleep in. I’ll be there in 30 minutes.”
I get dressed and head for the door. MrsMista says, “Where are you going?”
I respond, “I going to Long Beach to help Junior pull an airplane.”
“Well if you can get up at 8:30am on a Saturday to pull an airplane, you can come back and help me clean out the office that we are converting to the baby’s room.”
You’ll notice that she never questioned why I was pulling the airplane. I guess I do enough weird stuff to where the thought of me pulling an airplane doesn’t seem out of the ordinary.
Anyway, I get to the airport and I find out that this isn’t just an exhibition, it’s a competition and there are 15 other teams out there. My day just got longer.
Looking around I think outweighed all of the other teams combined. I was one of the small guys on our team. We were representing Fed Ex LAX.

We ended up pulling the plane 15 feet in 6.1 seconds and winning the competition. I didn’te get to stay for the award ceremony because I had to come home and work but it was worth it. All of the proceeds went to the Special Olympics, and the kids loved meeting all of us huge people.


Not a bad day after all..
(Finally all of that pushing the car paid off!)