Let me tell you a little bit about the Punchkick! It was invented by a friend of mine in Colorado, and it has become words to live by for many, many people nationwide.
The Punchkick! motto:
While I have always believed that the punchkick is funny, I only recently realized its importance to a larger movement of fun-seeking buzz-riding thrill-types in our wider society. Sure I could work for the man, wear a tie, fake tan, and drink wine-spritzers all day while talking to my buddies in minute detail about the physical prowess of Phil Mickelson’s Master’s win two years ago. I could put a penny in the ol’ penny loafers before strolling out of the house to walk my purebred dog in my pre-fab post-taste suburban sprawl of a neighborhood with my neighbor Cliff or Bobby. I could do all of those mainstream, don’t look at me, I’m still original activities. But no. Nope. That is not for me. It is fine for someone else, but not this guy. This guy believes that life is an adventure that sometimes rides me up high on a perfect wave at sunrise, and sometimes knocks me so low into the mud that I have to truly struggle to get back out. And in either moment, for the same reason, I let out a PUNCHKICK! to ensure that I still have the right attitude to do what it takes. Let’s hear it for the PUNCHKICK! Because it’s inherent jovial spark of righteous happiness tastes great with any meal, looks great with any pair of pants, and feels awesome to behold.
Here’s an image of me Punchkicking in downtown Chicago, notice the PK sticker on the sign…
Drink it in… it’s so smooth.
