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Went to Waffle House this Sunday for our usual carb up breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast and hash browns. Over in the corner booth was a guy in a nice gray track suit with a fanny pack.... had a bald body guard with him who looked intimidating as hell. Twice people came up and asked the guy for autographs which he smiled and gave. Took pics with a group of girls who squealed with glee...
It was Triple H. Turns out he's 43, lives on Mowbry mountain nearby and comes in every few weeks on his way down to ATL.
Thing was...he looked like maybe a buck eighty five and didnt appear to have any more muscle mass than we did. The wife and I thought the bodyguard/bus driver was more the wrestler looking type.
So has the testing policies of wrestling finally caught up with these guys and limited their ability to put on and maintain muscle mass?
Or are the wife and I bigger than we realize?
(Uhhh...thats what I figure)
It was Triple H. Turns out he's 43, lives on Mowbry mountain nearby and comes in every few weeks on his way down to ATL.
Thing was...he looked like maybe a buck eighty five and didnt appear to have any more muscle mass than we did. The wife and I thought the bodyguard/bus driver was more the wrestler looking type.
So has the testing policies of wrestling finally caught up with these guys and limited their ability to put on and maintain muscle mass?
Or are the wife and I bigger than we realize?
(Uhhh...thats what I figure)