Letter from the Publisher

Every morning as I take my first glance in the mirror, I cOme face to face with the man who is rapidly (and to my amazement) starting to look like my father. And, as if I needed any further evidence that I am getting old, every half-hour I hear myself saying something to one of my four children that years ago I swore I would never say. (\"There are starving children somewhere who would love those green beans ...,\" or, \"Not everyone can be pretty, but everyone can be polite...\").I ruminate about this getting old malady because I never wanted to write a letter focusing on \"the good old days,\" and now I am doing just that. But I could not do justice to the new world of strength training without a glance in the rearview mirror to an era that is gone forever.Back in my day, getting ready for the season consisted of the quarterback getting together with some of his receivers and throwing