The great
Arnold extravaganza was an explosion of experience, a monumental
expenditure of inspiring and powerful physical energy, a kaleidoscope
of colorful and compelling personalities. The vast Expo of hundreds
of booths throbbed with merchants showing their wares as hearty
consumers like cattle in holding pens nudged their way obligingly
from aisle to aisle. Bombers, the place was packed beyond your
wildest imagination.
Sensational
acts from Cirque du Soleil entertained throughout the day as powerlifters
set records. How about a 63 year old brute benching 620? Martial
artists with excellence and passion flashed their skills and the
female bodybuilders displayed the indescribable work of sharpened
chisels to bodies of stone.
Old news is
no news. Fact is, it has all come and gone and our exciting participation,
the radiant presence of the Drapers, the concussing of dd.com-ers
has gone unreported. Due to some rare strain of, perhaps, an interplanetary
virus, my spontaneous and explosive journals of the three slam-bam
days have been delayed. Everybody knows Flex won. All I have now
are some half-hearted stories to bore you with about some stuff
that happened... What was it, last weekend? Oh, boy. Another Draper
scoop.
Bwana Mike.
He's the greatest. Concerned that my symptoms pointed to pneumonia,
he concocted some Western hi-tech herbal potion to kill the evil
spirits I absorbed while flying, severely immobilized for critical
lengths of time. I am slowly regaining consciousness.
Flex Wheeler
was the man of this year's 25th Arnold Classic, no dispute there.
Blink your eyes and Chris Cormier could've taken first, or, maybe
popular Kevin with a few assorted moans and groans. Yet, here's
a story for our books, Bombers. Laree and I during our early association
15 years ago dabbled in a venture called "On Target with Dave
Draper." (Ring a bell?) One of our pursuits was to photograph
the highly popular physique shows, compile articles and sell the
pics where we could. The first contest we worked was Paul Love's
NPC pro qualifier in San Jose, California, 1988. Young Flex Wheeler
had his hands full on stage that night with Mike Quinn, Jim Quinn
and 50 other raging bodybuilders of the rambunctious 80's growling
down his neck. Flex, at 19 and 190, was the man then, as he is
the man now. Searching the attic now for that thirteen year old
classic slide.
Can you imagine
looking in any direction at any time during a 72 hour muscle celebration
of such grandiose proportions where the average attendee is paying
$2,000 between tickets, meals, tips, rooms, cabs, airfares and
merchandise, without seeing something bizarre if not, at least,
a little bit catchy. How about that wholesome and endearing young
fellow sporting those graceful 28" upper arms fully pumped with
Synthol solution: no forearms, no traps or deltoids, none, zero.
Just biceps like hubcaps. They actually set him up onstage as
if to give him credibility. Give that man a dunce cap to go with
his hubcaps. Inspiring.
The World
Gym dinner, an Arnold co-event on Friday night, beheld its own
respectable spectacles. The Italian Bull, mighty Flavio Bacciaini,
charged the spokesman's stage mid-evening and coerced the speaker,
the diminutive Lou Ferrigno, to step down the two steps to floor
level, a descent of 18." There, head to head, he proceeded to
bate Lou into a pose-down. Lou at 6'5" and 296 pounds and the
Italian Bull at 4'11" and 148 made the match realistic enough
but the two opted to embrace and decline to carry the Good Fight
to its end. Both, of course, were unanimous winners by popular
demand.
Times flies,
space collides and in one spontaneous overview there we are. Millard
and his dear wife Heather are stretching and sipping water from
their ever-present crystal containers. From their Beyond Muscle.com
booth they answer questions and engage a captive audience which
includes Laree and me. From a distance the four of us notice a
commotion as two rowdy studs push their way towards us, shouting
and flailing their muscular arms. Wouldn't 'ya know, it's Ivan
the Barbarian Librarian and Shawn the Terrible, plastic bags full
of samples and literature and autographs of the security guards.
Mark Pittroff, three booths over smiles and nods to Millard and
me as he observes the innocent ruckus and carefully positions
another squatter under the Manta Ray for the ultimate thigh experience.
Fred Kungl
and his savvy wife Jackie, former black iron gym owners and now
successful entrepreneurs (IOL originals caught in the lava flow),
promise to meet us all for steaks at 3:30 - you know where. Rick
Cartwright and his wife, early birds like sparrows gathering tidbits,
flew off to higher ground saying they'd visit later. Guy Miller,
though the crowd is now a throng, manages to mosey over to the
IOL prescribed meeting area at the Expo, his customized fanny
pack stocked with water, MRPs, tuna, baggies of sups, fruit, nuts
and a large exer-tube. What a group. I was hoping Guy wouldn't
unravel his heavy-duty rubber gizmo to demonstrate the unique
bench press he'd devised for the trip when Lyle McDonald, once
again, saved the day. He and his unassuming and gracious science
confidant Bryan Haycock, provided additional substance to a congealing
and separating group that was forming by whim and caprice in a
free radical oversized Expo ooze. Who's this, last but not least,
the benevolent Midnight Muser; lean but not mean unless you make
a big mistake; Gary Cornwall is a star. The giant structure, as
you are now convinced, was PACKED with people and all they bring
with them. Yet, for the time we were together, we owned the place.
I'm late
for work. At the iron crib I relieve Laree, who wants to send
this musty, cob-webbed, tarnished yet illiterate garble out before
it's summer. Gotta keep up our professional reputation. There
is so much more to report and we will as it is still relevant
with the passing of time, my great nemesis.
God
Bless us... dd
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