Back in 1996, I had knee surgery to repair some torn cartilage. It was not a huge deal, though I did experience some complications during the surgery that delayed my recovery. Still, I was off crutches within only a week or so, and was back to some mild activity in a couple of months. I could have remained the chiseled stud that I was prior to the surgery, had I gotten right back into exercising like I did before.

But I didn't. Lethargy set in, and I let myself go. I did a little "Oprah Winfrey" thing, where I'd plump up, slim down, plump up, then slim down again. Except I didn't have a TV show or a billion dollars.

In 1998, I tried to right the ship. I borrowed my cousin's Tae Bo tape. It was all the rage, and I knew that the only way I'd stick with an exercise plan is if I could do it in the comfort of my own room. I'll do your exercise, but only if I can be lazy immediately before AND after! Besides, Tae Bo worked for Emmanuel Lewis.

This post isn't about me and my fatness, though. And it's not even really about Tae Bo. It's about Billy Blanks.

Before I continue, let me make sure that something is clear. In fact, without even knowing what I'm going to say, it's already clear to you. I just want to make sure that you know that I know it's clear. Should I ever find myself in a fight with Billy Blanks, he could end me. He could kill me, chop me up into small pieces with his bare hands, and donate my parts to various medical research centers -- all before you could say, "I heard Billy and Omar were going to fight!"

Besides, Billy helped me to lose something like 17 pounds. Billy's my homeboy. In fact, I'd like to put an open invite out there to you, Billy. If you're ever in my neck of the woods, I'll be offended if you don't stop by. Dinner's on me. In exchange, all I ask is that you don't punch or kick me.

It's because I like Billy so much that I am concerned about him wearing things like this on videos that he sells to millions of people:

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Billy, you're awesomer than that. You don't need to wear low cut leotards that half expose your nipples, leg warmers, and unnecessary belts to be a man. Wear a tshirt - a sleeveless tshirt - that says, "I could end you." That's all you need to do.