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If you're on the heavier side and want to play tennis in the Madison, WI area, I would highly discourage you from playing on the courts on Broadway. Every 5 to 10 minutes, people will yell “FAT ASS”, “PORKY”, or something else that rips at your gut. It’s a different vehicle each time, so it’s a popular thing to do. No use at yelling back, just need to keep swinging at the ball. In my heart, I encourage the ridicule. It makes me stronger and fuels me up. The negative energy gets deflected because it’s a big waste of my time to feed into it.
To quote Albert Eistein: Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds.

My weight doesn't define me, but people think it does. At least once a day I'm called big guy. Not a big deal to most, but I want society to look beyond my physical appearance. Fat ass, tubby, big guy, Jabba the Hut. It's all the same to me. People that meet me for the first time and use "big guy" are the worst. You can't get any more fake than this.
Here are some tips:

• Refer to me by my first name. Using "big guy" makes you look like an ass.
   
• Don't act like I'm in your way when you pass. There's 7 feet between me and you.
   
• You don't get a 2nd chance to make a first impression with me.
   
• Making a suggestion about what I should eat and not eat doesn't make the McDonald's or potluck you stuffed down your gullet during lunch disappear.
   
• I'm your equal. Treat me as such.

So, I travel about 4 times a year and I always use Midwest Airlines. I never have to use a seat belt extender and the seats are two in a row which is nice when I travel with my wife. Occasional, I will have to sit by someone I don't know, which is no cakewalk. As I'm coming down the isle, they look at me like I'm a giant life sized Pillsbury Dough Boy ready to smash them with my gooey ass body. I always make sure that my body never touches theirs. Once I sit down, I lean away from them and stay that way for the entire trip while my legs and arms go numb and my side is in pain. I think the only thing that keeps me conscious is the Jedi mind tricks I use on myself and the hope I have in my heart that the trip will soon be over.

Anyway, the last time I was coming back from New York, I boarded a Midwest Connect flight. I sat down and went to my happy place filled full of fairies on unicycles playing violins while my body dealt with the pain. Of course I needed a seat belt extender and so did the NORMAL couple in front of me. When I say normal, I mean a weight of 195 and 165. You should have saw me try to hold my complimentary drink and read a book. The tray in front of me went half way down until it hit my body. The next time I'm going to put my drink on it and watch it slide to the floor just for a good laugh. The point I want to make is fly Midwest, but stay away from their connect flights that they contract out.