- Joined
- Jan 2, 2009
- Messages
- 130
First off, you all need some background for this tale of idiocy :banghead:. The background will be longer than the story, but you need to read the background to get the full effect of this complete douche.
Background
I go to the gym every saturday at roughly 630 in the pm. I should've learned my lesson by now, but hey... we all can be a little dim witted sometimes right? There's this guy who fancies himself to be powerlifter. Yes, I say fancies himself because he is nowhere near to what most lifters would consider a legitimate powerlifter. Now as a point of reference here, I'm 5'2 and roughly 170. He's a good 6'3 and 230. He's substantially larger than I am, but chubby where as I am substantially leaner than he is.
I've never seen him do anything besides bench, deadlift, squat, and ,on one occasion, curls. He typically walks in the gym with sandals, khaki shorts, and some retarded graphic-T that's supposed to be clever and cute, but really makes him look like an overgrown douchebag. With that being said, he then comes in, sits as close as possible to the nice power rack (it even has an amazing platform on it... top notch shit). and proceeds to change into his deadlift socks (for bench and squats mind you, he never wears them on deadlifts) and chalks up his best flannel shirt that he obviously cannot bench or squat without . He will then walk over to the other rack across the gym, but leave his things by the nice one. He will bother the person in said power rack until that person leaves and will set up his bench in there where he chalks up (which chalk isn't allowed in the gym... I know, shitty) the entire bar, the entire bench, and the weights he's using. It looks like he's Al Pacino from Scarface... that much damn chalk :banghead:. He'll work up doing doubles all the way to roughly 185 and then YELL AS LOUD AS POSSIBLE on every rep... even if it's 95lbs... and then SLAM the weight back into the rack so that rack inches backwards with each slam. Between each set he will run back over to his stool and where all his stuff is across the gym and write down the set in his little notebook. After the bench, he'll bother the person on the nice power rack until they leave so he can squat when he wants. Last week I was doing power upright rows (I know I know, not a typical bodybuilding movement, but to each his own...) with roughly 225 and working up to 275. He sat there 3 inches from the edge of the power rack and stared me down the entire time until I finally got uncomfortable and left. I was actually more afraid that if something happened I'd hit him with the weight and he'd sue. People are douchebags like that.
I'm sure you all get the picture now... so onto the story.
I walk in and warm-up my rotator cuffs and back and then make my way to the nice power rack since nobody was on it and I begin to set up my stuff for barbell rows. I have the weight IN MY HAND... I want to reiterate that... IT WAS IN MY HAND! and he runs from across the gym and yells at me and says he was going to squat there and asks me to use the other squat rack. Now being the nice and courteous individual in the gym that I want everyone else to be, I decided it was okay for me to go to the other squat rack.... big mistake. I find out that he was JUST BENCHING IN THE OTHER SQUAT RACK HE TOLD ME TO GO TO!!! It's still got the bench in the rack and the bar is on the safety bars where he couldn't get it off of.... covered in chalk of course. So I just take everything off, wipe it all down, do my rows and move onto my next exercise. All the while I'm doing this he's doing his "squats", which consisted of him yelling at the bar from 10 feet away "I'M GONNA GET THIS WEIGHT! THIS IS MY WEIGHT! WOOO!!!! I GOT THIS!!!! YEAH MOTHERFUCKER!!!" He runs under the bar and slams his neck into the bar.... yes... his neck. Then he tries setting up for 3 full minutes (I timed it once) and then with it on his neck walks it out and stares at the ground and does ass to the grass squats. The descent is so fast I thought he might shit his pants or at least split them. At that point, he grinds out his final reps with 295 (for a double of course) and slams the bar so hard into the rack (mind you... this rack weighs roughly 700lbs at least) that it hits the mirrors. Thankfully it didn't break them. He then gets out from under the bar and yells "WOOO GOT THAT WEIGHT!!!" and looks around to see if anyone was looking at him as if he's a teenage girl smoking trying to be cool.
I shake my head, finish my workout, and leave. Ladies and gentlemen, this is the hell that is my saturday nights at the gym. Thank you for listening
Background
I go to the gym every saturday at roughly 630 in the pm. I should've learned my lesson by now, but hey... we all can be a little dim witted sometimes right? There's this guy who fancies himself to be powerlifter. Yes, I say fancies himself because he is nowhere near to what most lifters would consider a legitimate powerlifter. Now as a point of reference here, I'm 5'2 and roughly 170. He's a good 6'3 and 230. He's substantially larger than I am, but chubby where as I am substantially leaner than he is.
I've never seen him do anything besides bench, deadlift, squat, and ,on one occasion, curls. He typically walks in the gym with sandals, khaki shorts, and some retarded graphic-T that's supposed to be clever and cute, but really makes him look like an overgrown douchebag. With that being said, he then comes in, sits as close as possible to the nice power rack (it even has an amazing platform on it... top notch shit). and proceeds to change into his deadlift socks (for bench and squats mind you, he never wears them on deadlifts) and chalks up his best flannel shirt that he obviously cannot bench or squat without . He will then walk over to the other rack across the gym, but leave his things by the nice one. He will bother the person in said power rack until that person leaves and will set up his bench in there where he chalks up (which chalk isn't allowed in the gym... I know, shitty) the entire bar, the entire bench, and the weights he's using. It looks like he's Al Pacino from Scarface... that much damn chalk :banghead:. He'll work up doing doubles all the way to roughly 185 and then YELL AS LOUD AS POSSIBLE on every rep... even if it's 95lbs... and then SLAM the weight back into the rack so that rack inches backwards with each slam. Between each set he will run back over to his stool and where all his stuff is across the gym and write down the set in his little notebook. After the bench, he'll bother the person on the nice power rack until they leave so he can squat when he wants. Last week I was doing power upright rows (I know I know, not a typical bodybuilding movement, but to each his own...) with roughly 225 and working up to 275. He sat there 3 inches from the edge of the power rack and stared me down the entire time until I finally got uncomfortable and left. I was actually more afraid that if something happened I'd hit him with the weight and he'd sue. People are douchebags like that.
I'm sure you all get the picture now... so onto the story.
I walk in and warm-up my rotator cuffs and back and then make my way to the nice power rack since nobody was on it and I begin to set up my stuff for barbell rows. I have the weight IN MY HAND... I want to reiterate that... IT WAS IN MY HAND! and he runs from across the gym and yells at me and says he was going to squat there and asks me to use the other squat rack. Now being the nice and courteous individual in the gym that I want everyone else to be, I decided it was okay for me to go to the other squat rack.... big mistake. I find out that he was JUST BENCHING IN THE OTHER SQUAT RACK HE TOLD ME TO GO TO!!! It's still got the bench in the rack and the bar is on the safety bars where he couldn't get it off of.... covered in chalk of course. So I just take everything off, wipe it all down, do my rows and move onto my next exercise. All the while I'm doing this he's doing his "squats", which consisted of him yelling at the bar from 10 feet away "I'M GONNA GET THIS WEIGHT! THIS IS MY WEIGHT! WOOO!!!! I GOT THIS!!!! YEAH MOTHERFUCKER!!!" He runs under the bar and slams his neck into the bar.... yes... his neck. Then he tries setting up for 3 full minutes (I timed it once) and then with it on his neck walks it out and stares at the ground and does ass to the grass squats. The descent is so fast I thought he might shit his pants or at least split them. At that point, he grinds out his final reps with 295 (for a double of course) and slams the bar so hard into the rack (mind you... this rack weighs roughly 700lbs at least) that it hits the mirrors. Thankfully it didn't break them. He then gets out from under the bar and yells "WOOO GOT THAT WEIGHT!!!" and looks around to see if anyone was looking at him as if he's a teenage girl smoking trying to be cool.
I shake my head, finish my workout, and leave. Ladies and gentlemen, this is the hell that is my saturday nights at the gym. Thank you for listening