Deep Locker Room Conversation...

So, I’m sitting in the locker room after my workout tonight, putting on my boots and collecting my thoughts, still huffing a bit-- you know that kind of foggy yet focused feeling after your session.

This guy and his (10/12 year old) son are sort of next to me.

The Dad says “Saw you benching the other day… So, what do you bench?”

Me: “Oh, I don’t know… 3-something, I guess…”

The Dad: “My dad used to bench 500+! About 6-foot-five, 300 pounds!!”

Me: “Neat.”

The Dad: "That didn’t help him when the truck hit 'im, though … "

Me: “Uh…”

The Dad: " … he could lift an ANVIL with one hand!"

Son: “Can he lift TWO anvils?..”

The Dad: “HE DONT LIFT NOTHIN’ NOW, BOY, AFTER THE TRUCK HIT 'IM!!!”

Me: “Uh… have a good one…” …

Well luckily you deadlift and can lift the truck, AMIRIGHT?!

So, this morning, I walk into “The Y” going to do some early AM cardio. There’s a dude standing at the door I haven’t seen there before. Kind of chiseled look to him (not a real big guy, but had that bigger than skinny look to him).

He was dressed in vintage 80’s double cut off sweatshirt and sweat pants.

Me: “'Sup?”
Him: “Hey.”

OK, so I’m on the rec bike and I see him walking the track-- he always looks over at me (I know this because I’m watching Sports Center and he has to walk under the monitors).

So after, I start doing some stretches-- hams, hips, etc.

He comes up to me and says “You a powah-liftah?”? (That’s Maine-ish for “powerlifter”) “You look thick, like a powah-liftah”.

Me: “Thanks. Not really. Just try to lift heavy as I can”

Him: “Do I know you from someway-ah?” (That’s Maine-ish for “somewhere”)

Me: “You don’t look fah-mil-yah”

Him: “You work a the train yahd?” (trainyard)

Me: “Nope”

Him: “You do prison time?”

Me: “Uhhh, no.”

Him: “I know a dude from the hole who’s a bit biggah than you, benches like 5 ah 600 pounds. Big muthah-fuckah. Fuckin quee-ah, but huge”

Me: “Cool.”

Him: “I gotta get the fuck outta he-ah”

Me: “OK, take it easy”…

Unknown, unspecified potential crisis averted…

[quote]SteelyD wrote:
So, this morning, I walk into “The Y” going to do some early AM cardio. There’s a dude standing at the door I haven’t seen there before. Kind of chiseled look to him (not a real big guy, but had that bigger than skinny look to him).

He was dressed in vintage 80’s double cut off sweatshirt and sweat pants.

Me: “'Sup?”
Him: “Hey.”

OK, so I’m on the rec bike and I see him walking the track-- he always looks over at me (I know this because I’m watching Sports Center and he has to walk under the monitors).

So after, I start doing some stretches-- hams, hips, etc.

He comes up to me and says “You a powah-liftah?”? (That’s Maine-ish for “powerlifter”) “You look thick, like a powah-liftah”.

Me: “Thanks. Not really. Just try to lift heavy as I can”

Him: “Do I know you from someway-ah?” (That’s Maine-ish for “somewhere”)

Me: “You don’t look fah-mil-yah”

Him: “You work a the train yahd?” (trainyard)

Me: “Nope”

Him: “You do prison time?”

Me: “Uhhh, no.”

Him: “I know a dude from the hole who’s a bit biggah than you, benches like 5 ah 600 pounds. Big muthah-fuckah. Fuckin quee-ah, but huge”

Me: “Cool.”

Him: “I gotta get the fuck outta he-ah”

Me: “OK, take it easy”…

Unknown, unspecified potential crisis averted…[/quote]

luckily you didn’t have to take a shower or you would’ve been prison raped … you can bet your life on that…

Wicked-pissah Steely, wicked-pissah

Just about everything I post makes me feel out of place on T-Nation.

[quote]Ct. Rockula wrote:
Just about everything I post makes me feel out of place on T-Nation.

[/quote]

…but that’s why we love you Rcok,

It seems that everyone at you gym is either a direct relative, or has spent time in prison with Bill Brasky…

[quote]mallen5 wrote:
It seems that everyone at you gym is either a direct relative, or has spent time in prison with Bill Brasky…[/quote]

Hey champ … how about producing those spring break pics?

[quote]mallen5 wrote:
It seems that everyone at you gym is either a direct relative, or has spent time in prison with Bill Brasky…[/quote]

There’s only 400 people in the state. 399 of them share 4 names and 6 teeth. The other one is a black guy who moved here from Massachusetts.

[quote]SteelyD wrote:

[quote]mallen5 wrote:
It seems that everyone at you gym is either a direct relative, or has spent time in prison with Bill Brasky…[/quote]

There’s only 400 people in the state. 399 of them share 4 names and 6 teeth. The other one is a black guy who moved here from Massachusetts.

[/quote]

Maine, where you can divorce your wife and she’ll still be your sister.

So is Maine like the northeast’s version of the mid-Atlantic’s West Virginia?

[quote]polo77j wrote:

[quote]mallen5 wrote:
It seems that everyone at you gym is either a direct relative, or has spent time in prison with Bill Brasky…[/quote]

Hey champ … how about producing those spring break pics?[/quote]

Holy Callout Batman. Polo your mind is like a steel trap.

V

Steely, you need to just start telling these people you bench 600. See if they come back with a “My dad benched 700” etc etc. Oh, then beat them in front of their children.

I thought this thread got more responses when it was first posted…weren’t we planning on making “not since that truck hit 'im” a standard T-Nation phrase?

[quote]LankyMofo wrote:
I thought this thread got more responses when it was first posted…weren’t we planning on making “not since that truck hit 'im” a standard T-Nation phrase?

[/quote]

Well, yeah, but not since that truck hit 'im.

Just call me the internetz Mustafah!!

I’ll get all Jihadi on you.

He just aint as qweer as he used ta be

[quote]Loudog75 wrote:
Just call me the internetz Mustafah!!

I’ll get all Jihadi on you.[/quote]

This gif gets funnier and funnier the more I watch it

I have been watching that video for the past 15 minutes…it shouldnt be but fuck its hilarious! That truck has impecable timing.