Robert, I've coached a bunch of my friends into and through SS/TM/etc, but have never pursued it as a profession, because, well, I don't look all that strong (or fit), and that's what the masses want to see unfortunately. But I'd be more than happy to come out and lift with you and yell at you. That sounds fun enough that I'd probably only charge a beer or two afterwards. (gee, wonder why I look like a fat hairy Kittensmash groupie??) Not sure where that neighborhood is since I just moved back to town (off S Lamar), but shoot me an email to jcloud at gmail and we can arrange a time for me to plan on not being hungover.
Also, Ksmash, the beard has grown back in a bit and the stache isn't sticking out nearly as awesomely lately. I should probably shave it down to just the stache again. After I won the league bowling championship last night, I stayed busy hitting up a pair of little ladies at an after party. For some reason, they weren't impressed by my van, and one (who is a skinny "kinesiology major") told me that my hamstrings were underdeveloped compared to my "awesome teardrop quads" (visible thanks to my cut off jean shorts, of course). I told her to eat a goddamn cheeseburger and threw away her number.