See Me

On the way home tonight, the sun is blazing on the Main Street campus of Erie Community College, a maze of one-story buildings on an oversized city block surrounded by a sea of asphalt and athletic fields.

I cut past the campus on an access road next to the parking lots to avoid traffic lights and the corresponding logjam at quitting time, especially with all the road construction in the immediate vicinity.

As I zip along, I glance to my left to see a weight bench on the grass near the baseball field. Hmm, that's odd.

Not quite odd enough. The leg lift is loaded with free weights, a barbell is positioned next to it, and there's a dude, shirt off, stretching next to a pickup truck.

Got it. The basement is a vast disappointment, and the gym does not present the appropriate platform. No, for this guy, the only way to make a proper spectacle of himself is to load up his bench and weights in the back of the pickup, haul them down to the community college, and unload them behind the outfield fence so everyone can get an eyeful.

Well played, my good sir. Well played, indeed.