It was time for all of
the lifters to weight in. Most lifters are not an overly
modest bunch. I have no qualms about weighing in nude in
front of other men in a locker room. I have nothing to brag
about, nor nothing to be ashamed of. God gave me standard
issue equipment. It works as needed. When Mel and his other
steroid buddies walked up to the weight scale, I was
startled beyond belief, with the exception of Tony, Mel and
his friend’s genitalia looked deformed in that they appeared
to be the genitalia of an eight year old prepubescent boys.
I knew from a friend
that I had gone to high school with, that steroids
eventually cause him to suffer impotence.
“There is
a Ferrari with a broken Volkswagen engine.” I thought,
“Any temptation that a person could have for taking steroids
would normally be shot down by the facts that I seen
presented before me.” It made me wonder what psychological
mechanism would cause a man to tamper with his “Conjoined
twin?”
The meet was unusual in
that instead of requiring each weight class to compete in
order from highest to lowest, it was set up to allow people
to compete according to the lowest weight to be attempted
for each lift. Squats are always done first, then when
everyone is finished competing in the squat, the bench is
the next event and last but not least the dead lift. This
unusual way the meet was set up was instrumental in putting
a fly in the ointment for Mel and his friends. Mel and his
friends had a bevy of females with them. They looked like
silverbacks gorillas who had exclusive mating rights to all
the females of the pack. Tony and Mel had two women each
fawning and caressing them as they sat in the bleachers
like Turkish potentates
I took Rock aside and I
told him that I was going to do my best, and that it was my
opinion that we needed to force Mel and his friends to do
their best so they would be forced to compete in the
appropriate weight classes. I told Rock that it was time for
the big fish to move to a bigger pond. I said that class
three lifters needed a chance to be able to compete amongst
them selves without being cheated by ringers. I said, “Rock
you won’t feel good about not doing your best, let’s force
them to deal with their insecurities in other ways.” Rock
was agreeing and he said he would stay firm with the plan.
We were watching some
of the lifters in the beginning of the meet which I always
enjoyed doing. Neo had showed up and he was sitting in the
bleachers next to a big stocky but over weight guy in his
late thirties. I went to sit between him and the big stocky
guy. I had told him what Rock and I planned on doing, and
why we decided that that would be the best move all around.
Neo chuckled and said,
“Your not a team player are ya mate?” I could tell he was
kidding and that he was pleased with what we were going to
do.”
Neo said, “If Mel and
his friends were team players they would be here as guest
lifters, with tables set up to answers any questions from
aspiring lifters. “
I said, “”You know, I
think it would be cheaper and less time consuming for Mel
and his friends to just by the trophies from a trophy shop.
Neo said, “Yeah, you
would think, but then as he point over to Mel and his
friends, maybe they think that they would not be able to
enjoy the perks and the women that are giving them all of
the attention.”
Neo said, “You will
learn that some people are not content with secretly knowing
what they can do, they want the world to know it also.
I said, “Yeah, but they
can serve that need by being guest and exhibition lifters.”
Neo said, “Some people
are not satisfied unless they can personally beat lesser
people and rub their noses in it.”
