If you read this blog you might remember me talking about an unidentified guy from Jiu-Jitsu class who I call The S.O.B. He was one of the first people to seek me out to teach me and to roll with me when I first started training. He earned his nickname because he would repeatedly kick my ass (which I actually appreciate, especially since when I started most people treated me like fine china) and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t submit him. I have always enjoyed grappling with him, even though every roll has ended with me choking.
A few people have tried to guess who The S.O.B. is, but no one has. Since I don’t think I will ever be able to tap him out (mostly because he moved away and he is now training somewhere else), I have decided to reveal his identity. The S.O.B. is Andrew Stock.
Not only can Andy submit me at will, he can also write circles around me. Besides co-authoring a couple of Hollywood movies (The Goods: Live Hard, Sell Hard and Balls Out: Gary the Tennis Coach), he also recently published a short novel, (G)Abe’s Plan, which I read and thoroughly enjoyed. I was a little disappointed that there’s no Jiu-Jitsu in it, but he told me there might be in the next one. Even if not, I’m still looking forward to reading more of his work.
The S.O.B. is a lawyer and a writer, and he can choke me 100% of the time. Could I really have chosen a more formidable frenemy? By the way, contrary to appearances, in this case S.O.B. does not stand for “son of a bitch”. I’ve never met Andy’s mom, but I’m sure she is a very nice lady. For his nickname, S.O.B. actually stands for “Stoppage of Breathing”.