Rules of the game: Not being a dick at the gym

I grew up in the old school.

If you're going to lift, you lift. You get in, you do what you need to do, you get the hell out.

You don't dick around. You re-rack your weights. You do not slam your weights down on the ground.

I wonder if everyone from Clark Bergloff's school of weightlifting in Mora, MN is as appalled as I am every time I go to the gym.

It's just frustrating. There are only so many benches, and there'll be a dude working on one with his clipboard and water on another one. You finish doing one thing, switch dumbells and someone has jacked your bench within 14 seconds. And apparently there is nothing quite so manly as doing some flies and letting your weights slam to the ground. Mr B. would have thrown you out of the weightroom.

I also firmly believe that heavy metal and hard rock are the ONLY types of music that should be played in the gym. Kelly Clarkson and Pink have their places, but if I'm doing curls when they come on, I want to stomp on kittens. Not just one, many.

KEEP YOUR GOD-DAMN PHONE OUT OF THE WEIGHTROOM. If you need a bench and some dude is on his phone on a bench, you ought to be able to go up to the locker room and drop a deuce in his dress shoes.

If I ran a gym, I would undoubtedly go bankrupt.