The rose that grew from concrete
When I’m not busy playing football it seems the only exercise I’ve gotten in the last few weeks has been practicing judo in parks and/or huffing in & out of pit stops where I work out my hand-eye coordination on the wicked claw machine. You know the one worth a dollar a try & the object is to direct the grappling hook over one of the millions of prizes in the glass-enclosed tank of fun? If you didn’t know, claw machines are rigged. They’re programmed to reduce their grip strength until they pass the designated threshold level. Long story short, the grip strength of the claw works automatically. It can be coded to only send full strength to the claw after maybe every $20 the machine has earned. & then it resets its counter. The cycle continues. Before it meets its quota, it’ll only allow infrequent full-strength grips. Y’know to deceive fools into thinking they had a chance or the next one might be it. So no, it’s not all in the wrist, Spongebob Squarepants! Likewise for the...