Defranco Simple 6 -

“No,” Leo said. “I just… you made that look easy.”

That season, the Warriors went 10–2. Leo started every game. He didn’t make all-state, but he didn’t get benched in the fourth quarter either. His legs stayed fresh. His lower back didn’t ache. His mind stayed clear—because the Simple 6 didn’t require thinking. It required doing.

Week two, Leo wanted to quit. His knees ached. His ego ached more. He told Sal the program wasn’t working. defranco simple 6

On the first day of two-a-days, the Warriors ran the infamous “Oklahoma Drill.” Leo lined up across from a defensive end who had pancaked him twice last season. The ball snapped. Leo’s hips fired. His feet moved like pistons. He drove the kid five yards off the ball and buried him in the grass.

Leo set the beer down. “You ever change it? In forty years?” “No,” Leo said

He closed the notebook and slid it into his jacket pocket.

“Same program?”

Squat. Press. Pull-up. Jump. Drag. Plank.