I am setting a date, and on that day I will stop drinking. That will be the day I begin to be a better man. That will be the day I begin to find the best of me. That will be the day I begin to find the best of what life can be. I want to find the magic. Join me. If you want to make a change in your life, join me. If any of you want to find the best of yourself, join me. If you want to find your own magic, join me. I am going to quit drinking, get back into training, and step into the Octagon again, and when I do, it will be dedicated to all of you who have the courage to believe in the best of what you can be, all of you who have the courage to stand up with me and face your fears and weaknesses. We will stand shoulder to shoulder, an unconquerable army. BELIEVE in what you can do, and it will happen.
The problem with setting a date to do something is that it’s so damn easy to set a date and so damn hard to actually follow through on it. Every day I sit here at my desk eating whatever random fatty shit I find over by the food court. And every day I set a date as to when I’m gonna stop. Unfortunately, so long as I’m setting a date and stuffing my face before the date, it means I’m really not serious about stopping. If I was serious about stopping, I’d be sick of what I was doing. I’d be sick of eating this shit and I wouldn’t be able to take one more bite. I wouldn’t set any more dates, I would just stop. Because tomorrow never comes … every day, tomorrow is another day away.
I’m hoping Evan Tanner is serious about his date though. He’s much more entertaining when sober and living an eventful life rather than lushing it in some dude’s basement. I am worried about the way he’s approaching it though. “The power of one” sounds great and all, but there’s a lot more quotes like “United we stand, divided we fall” out there that make more sense. Evan needs to go out and get some help to kick this, and no … hot chicks do not apply. God knows if women didn’t exist, men wouldn’t need alcohol at all. We’d all be too busy having a great time buttfucking eachother during the superbowl. And then we would all die of AIDS. For that is God’s punishment for homosexuality.