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As incredible as it sounds, some men … MEN! Not just kids … are wearing their pants down below the crack of their ass.

Yeah, their ass.

Sorry, but there’s no polite way of describing how impolite it is to wear your pants in a fashion that exposes your brains.

Yeah, figuratively and literally … you got it.

You must house your brains in your ass if you think it’s fashionable or acceptable to wear the garment made to cover your ass below your ass.

This isn’t a revelation. I know you’ve seen this act before. But when does indecent exposure get called indecent exposure.

When does the decent pant wearing public get to call out the indecent pant paring public?

Pull ‘em up!

Isn’t there a law against walking around in your underwear?

I’ll bet if I walked around in my underwear with my pants on my head a cop would stop to see if there was something wrong with me.  

Should we stop these guys to see if there’s something wrong with them.

We’re both walking around in our underwear!

And sadly I’m not talking about knuckle head teenagers either.

That’s another discussion for another time about parenting.

I’m talking about the two dads I saw on the boardwalk last week—two grown men in their late twenties walking side by side pushing their toddlers in strollers with their pants flying at half-assed.

Men … with babies … starving for attention.

I’ll bet their toddlers diapers aren’t as low as their pants.

I got an idea.

Next time you’re on the boardwalk or in a mall and somebody walks by with their ass hanging out of their pants, laugh.

Give them the attention they’re dressing for.   

Point at their pants and laugh, everyone, laugh—together, point and laugh, loudly.

Bet they pull them up.

And don’t tell me its about fashion.

This thing isn’t about a hair cut or fashion. This isn’t about what blows your skirt up or trips your trigger—your sense of style.

This makes people feel uncomfortable. And that’s the idea.  

This is good old fashioned indecency—figuratively and literally.  


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I have found that expectations play a significant role in potential.

I learned from the grueling preparation associated with football that deep inside we’re all the same.

We all hold at the very core, common ingredients.

It’s the complexity of Divine Design.

We’re all endowed with everything required to meet our own expectation—no matter how big. … That is, of course, dependent upon what we do with those ingredients; dependent on how hard and how long we work at meeting those expectations.    

Expectation is a lure that draws out potential.

Expecting to see a dream come to life is the key that unlocks the essential elements that bring a dream to life.

Sure, being born into wealth, power, or privilege is an advantageous ingredient, but not an essential one.

These ingredients have nothing to do with Divine Design.

These are only inherited ingredients a select class holds, not the inherent ingredients we all hold.

It points to one absolute truth: Dreams don’t qualify dreamers; dreamers qualify dreams.

So whether you’re wealthy, common, powerful, or underprivileged, anything is possible for anyone.

After all, not every powerful person was born in a castle with a silver spoon, any more than every homeless person was born on the street without a dream.

Want to live up to your God given potential … expect more.

Want to get what you expect … do more.


This post is in part an excerpt from Ed’s new book The Z Factor by Career Press. 



Have you ever noticed how some people use email and texting to handle difficult situations?

I have had people ‘say’ things to me in emails they would never consider saying face to face.

Who hasn’t experienced this in our age of communication? Or should I say in our age of miscommunication, too much communication, inconsequential communication, ignorant communication, insensitive communication … 

We’re so efficiently inefficient with communications that what use to require a minimal amount of time now dominates our day.

Before we texted, sent emails or shook someone’s social tree, we were pretty damn efficient with communications. We talked when we needed to. We talked in person or by phone about the things we both wanted or needed to discuss.

And when we had nothing to say, we said nothing and got on with the business of the day.

… Wasn’t a bad system.

Look, I agree that modern communication has its advantages. But it hasn’t by any means improved the quality of our communications. It’s improved the volume of information.

But volume doesn’t necessarily equate to quality.

Now that people send you everything that’s on their mind; where they are, where they’re going, who they talked to, why they talked to them … I don’t pay attention. I no longer recognize the pertinent communications from the inconsequential communications. Everything from everybody gets blended together in an endless stream of useless text.     

Stop sending information about your latest movement!! You can take that literally and figuratively.

And to top it off, we’re churning out curmudgeons.

An awful lot of people aren’t afraid to let their sharp tongues waggle through blunt keystrokes.

There’s seems to be some kind of security wall that exists somewhere between cyberspace and real space.

Some people will ‘say’ things through email they wouldn’t dream of communicating face to face.

It’s the equivalent of beer balls—except for the fact that drunks with sharp tongues tend to get stroked by blunt objects—they have to face the music when they mouth off.

Not on the computer … or with texting. Shooting your mouth off or being a smart-ass in person takes a bit of nerve … or a few beers.

I have a rule.

If something difficult needs to be discussed I use a phone—or better yet, I go there in person.

There’s nothing like hearing someone’s voice, their inflection, their tone … their anxiety.

Difficult communications require the kind of attention you don’t get from emails or texts.

Get ballsy (Get Ballzee). Pick up the phone, get in your car. Talk.

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Mind your own business.

Whatever happened to that idea?

I heard it all the time when I was a kid.

I’d stick my nose where it didn’t belong and mother would tell me to mind my own business—and if she didn’t, I ran the risk of getting it punched.

I think a bloody nose is the cure for a lot of nosey people.

You might worry a little less about what I’m doing and a little more about what you’re doing if you thought I might bloody your nose.

It’s funny, the nosier we’ve gotten, the more withdrawn and isolated our society has become.

Years ago, when we minded our own business, no one had a fence around their property. No one worried about their privacy. They didn’t need to. It was common courtesy to give people their space—they didn’t need a fence to enforce it.

But now that we make everything everyone’s business we’re all shut off. Fences are up. Doors are closed.

And I know some will give the, “it’s because of crime” argument. I could argue that because we’ve fenced ourselves in we’ve fenced our friends and neighbors out. We’ve isolated ourselves and lost the protection and intimacy of the herd. We can’t see or get over to see if you need help.

And this is going on in neighborhoods that aren’t crime ridden.

My own neighborhood is tattooed with fences.

We don’t have one.

And fortunate for us and the kids in the neighborhood, they regularly get to rip through our yard, across our patio and down the driveway playing all sorts of games.

We should make that our business—letting kids run through our yards—letting them do their business.

Take down the fences.

Make it our business to let other people worry about their business. Then, a little bit of stickin you’re nose in other people’s business might be welcome.  

Otherwise, look out. You may get a well deserved bloody nose. 


Stop Telling Kids They Won When They Didn’t

There’s nothing like true competition for kids. Now I’m not talking about little kids. I’m talking about kids coming of age … teenagers or about to be teenagers.  

Like the kind of competition I got to see at the Penn Relays where my son and his teammates competed this past week.

The kind of competition where an administrator or parent can’t handicap the event—the kind where a “that-a-boy” means nothing—the kind where kids get to compete on a truly level playing field.

The kind where everyone knows who the winner is … and who the loser is. Just like real life.  

Good ole healthy competition where no one has to take a step back so someone doesn’t have to be a step behind—the kind where taking as many steps as fast and as hard as you can wins—a straight up, flat out competition.

You know what’s missing today?

Winners and losers.

That’s because there’s an attempt to create no discernible difference between the two. But there is a difference in spite of the Herculean effort of bleeding hearts to eliminate it.

There’s a difference between winning and losing.

But that difference is getting fuzzy because there’s a phobia surrounding the appearance of failure.

There are those who believe there is little or nothing to gain when kids fail. That kids lose their self-esteem when they don’t get to share in the decaying fruits of what from good intention has turned out to be a movement toward mass mediocrity.

Someone has determined that there’s nothing to gain from failure or loss … other than the loss of self-esteem.   

It doesn’t work that way.

Remedying failure by telling our kids they didn’t lose when they did … is a fruitless concept. Not allowing kids to lose, to fail, to acknowledge it is a bad idea.

And, while I’m on it, having the better competitor hold back or be held back so that the lesser competitor can compete is a lie. And kids know a lie. Knowing you lost and being told you didn’t doesn’t build confidence nor does it boost self esteem. It’s a lie—to both the looser and the winner—plain and simple.

And it sours the fruit for both.    

Honestly doing your best and losing carry lessons … important lessons. So does winning. There is something to learn from both. But only if kids are allowed to feel what it’s like to truly win or honestly lose.

Last week, hundreds … maybe even more than a thousand kids from more than 110 schools filed into the legendary Franklin Field wired for the opportunity to win a head-to-head all out race to be the best at the Penn Relays.  

It was a classic old-school foot race with only kids, batons, and stop watches—AWESOME!

And just one way to win—a knockout—the team that has the best time wins. And by best time I don’t mean the most fun—though the team with the best time always has the most fun.

No overt emphasis on having fun—only an emphasis on the fun of competition.

Real competitive fun comes at the expense of real competitive effort—in track and in life—and it’s worth the investment … win or lose.

But it’s a bad idea to minimize winners by sharing the spoils equally among those they defeat because it diminishes the effort it took to excel and separate from the rest of the field.   

I like the Pen Relays and what my kid, his teammates and the rest of the field got to take away that day.  

 The clock doesn’t lie—not everybody wins. Just like real life.    

Congratulations St. Francis track team.


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