by Thom Van Vleck
I’ve told a story recently and reference a nickname for my Uncle Wayne Jackson. I wanted to tell about where that came from.
A couple of years ago I hosted the USAWA Nationals. Wayne was able to make it and was kind of a guest of honor. At one point Al Myers noticed I called him “Staggo” and asked me about it. As everyone that knows me, knows ALL TOO WELL, there’s a story behind that!
When I first started training at age 15 it was with my Uncle Wayne Jackson. It was kind of a tradition to make up nicknames back in the day. Often it was something that started out as an insult but over time became a badge of honor. I go to a Lutheran Church and we are taught about how the Catholics used to make fun of us and called us “Lutherans” as an insult. Now we wear it with honor.
I tended to favor the deadlift…because I was good at the deadlift. Like a lot of young guys I tended to train what I was good at and ignore what I was bad at…which was pretty much everything else! My Uncle Phil was the type of guy to cut right to the chase but Wayne was the type to try and use some subtle remark to get his point across. I think he knew I had a pretty fragile self esteem so just telling me the way I was training was pretty stupid might have dealt me a blow….and I might have quit training.
So one day Wayne started calling me Bob Peoples. If you don’t know who Bob People’s was, he was very much a deadlift specialist and I was on my way to becoming one, too. Every time I would start pulling Wayne would say, “Well, there goes Bob People’s again” or he might say, “So is Bob deadlifting again today”. He made his point and I started to diversify my training. But I also had to get him back.
Wayne was kind of sensitive about his weight, considering he spent most of his life over 300lbs! I once asked him how much he weighed at his heaviest and he told me 339 and A HALF. I then asked, “So when you weighed 340…what were your best lifts”. Wayne looked at me dead serious and said, “Tommy! I NEVER weighed 340″. He also would emphasize that a give weight was “in his street clothes” as if to say “I don’t actually weigh that much, I’m much lighter with my clothes off”! We all have a weakness and that was his. Now to exploit it!
We were watching one of the early World’s Strongest Man contests and there was a competitor from Holland named Staggo Piszko. This guy was huge…and ROUND! It was made more pronounced by the fact he had this little guy that was his “trainer” or “coach” that was dwarfed by him and kept running around him like he was on fire. My Uncle kept chuckling every time he saw him. So for the last 30 years it stuck! And like many nicknames, what started out as a snappy comeback and a good-natured “ribbing” ended up being a badge of honor.
Many times I called up Wayne and said this line:
“HEY, STAGGO! …..and he’ll be Staggo to me forever!