![]() ![]() Then he’ll head on over to a local cryotherapy center, get himself frozen for a few minutes at minus-270 degrees (or roughly the temperature of the dark side of the moon), and afterward say, “Oh, that was perfect!” In the evening, he’ll wind up onstage in front of sold-out crowds at the Comedy Store and the Improv, because he’s also a hardworking comedian with seven recordings to his credit.Īnd sometime soon, he’ll find himself at a friend’s house, half sprawled in the easiest of chairs, eyes shut, having just removed a smoking pipe from his mouth, breathing with purpose, while brilliant colors, shapes and swirls fall over him, rendering him helpless, until a few minutes later he is returned to Earth a happier man, a “more compassionate, more aware, more vulnerable” man, a better husband to his wife and father to his three kids, and so forth. In an hour, he will go host his podcast, The Joe Rogan Experience, which is downloaded 16 million times a month, making it one of the most popular in the nation, and discuss things like addiction, impulse-control issues and serotonin deficiencies, not smoking any weed beforehand, as he usually does, because today’s topic is more serious. ![]() ![]() But for a ball cap often worn backward, however, that’s not him. From one angle, he looks like a typical lunkhead chowder-brain knuckle-dragger, which might make sense, given that he comes from a home busted up by violence in Newark, New Jersey. He’s a thick guy, not on the tall side, with a few pale splotches of stress-related vitiligo on his hands and feet. He’s been pounding away for the better part of an hour inside his garage gym, mainly working on his switch kick, which is exceedingly powerful, knocking his trainer back a foot with every thump, a reminder that, even though he’s 48, he was once a teenage martial-arts champion and black belt. His face is shiny with sweat, his bald head, too. Today, Rogan’s finishing a workout at his cool, sprawling pad in a gated community north of L.A., 22 egg-laying chickens clucking around somewhere out back. “He’s the best fight announcer who has ever called a fight in the history of fighting.” And you’ve got to love him for that, unless, of course, you hate him, which many do, but let’s not get into that now, because he’s a lot more than just a UFC frontman. “He’s educated more people in mixed martial arts than anybody ever,” says UFC president Dana White. For instance, most folks think of him only as the flapping-jawed, bug-eyed, hyperexcitable blow-by-blow commentator for all the Ultimate Fighting Championships’ fights since 2002, given to innumerable “wows!” and “unbelieeeeveables!,” all the while displaying a depth of mixed-martial-arts knowledge second to none and a totally side-splitting yet insightful way with words, as in the time he called a fighter’s cut as deep as “a goat’s vagina.” In this regard, he’s entirely sensational. He’s that singular, in a multivariate kind of way. Maybe never in your life do you meet an individual like Joe Rogan. ![]()
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