My Main Man Minniti

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There are times in life when you receive news that stops you in your tracks, floors you, derails you, etc… Last Monday was one of those times for me.

I received a text informing me that one of my good friends, Anthony Minniti, had passed away.

(This is a recent pic of Me, Tony and Steve Liberati.)

The day started of well. I had just come off of my 10th Anniversary Vacation and it was the opening day of CrossFit South Bay Torrance, the project that I have been working on for the past 10 Months. Then, I received the text and I couldn’t believe what I had read. I wanted to pretend I hadn’t heard the news, if I just imagined it didn’t happen, then things would be as they were.

If only it were that easy, right?

Now, I know that we are not guaranteed any number of days or years on the earth, but sometimes things seem to be cut short all too soon. Semisonic has a song that says, “Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” This lyric lends itself to feelings of elation and sorrow simultaneously. The last time I felt this way wasΒ when my dog, Charley, passed awayΒ a week after our first son was born.

(“Ant” and I snacking on King Crab.)

I don’t exactly know how to tell you about Tony, other than he was one amazing dude. We weren’t lifelong friends in the sense that we had known each other all of our lives, but we were lifelong friends from the time we met. I wouldn’t say that we were cut from the same cloth, but I really enjoyed the times I spent with “Minniti”, and always looked forward to the next time our paths would cross.

On our most recent adventure, we lived on a military base for a week and cooked for the at risk youth of Steve’s Club. The trip started with him picking me up from the Philadelphia airport late at night, heading to South Street and then going on a historical tour of Philly into the wee hours of the morning. He brought me up to his mom’s high rise apartment where we retraced our trail from high above. We saw Independence Hall, The Liberty Bell, Ben Franklin’s Grave, Betsy Ross’s house, etc… Oh yah, and we ate at Jim’s Steaks! How could I forget that?

(Seen here with Lee Knight at 2:00am as we roasted a pig through the night.)

Once on base at Fort Indiantown Gap, the Midnight Express was back in action. One night, we tackled two late night workouts (4x400M Sprints and “Randy”) and on another night, we drove around looking for Nutritional Information literature at gas stations and fast food restaurants. Because the days were long, we had to tackle our recreation at night.

I won’t recount every memory I have with Tony and I’m not exactly sure why I feel the need to write about his passing, but I am hoping it will bring some closure. I still can’t believe he is gone, it doesn’t seem real.

Tony was first featured on my site after our Pig Roast Last Fall.Β He is also seen here in the “Dinner with Paleo Nick.”

Tony was quick witted, a jack of all trades, a hunter, a fisherman, a foodie, a CrossFitter, an Italian, a selfless lover of life, and a friend of mine.

I’m going to miss you, Minniti. Until we meet again, “I Got This!”

Tell the people you love that you love them and don’t forget to “Keep It Paleo!”

Your Pal,

Paleo Nick

(Foodies)

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