Why did Denns Wolf place 16th at the olympia?

[Chick]

Chick where would you have placed Wolf, higher than 16th? Basile has a good case here.

He has no case here....the criteria at the National and Pro level is simple...if you're not in shape, it doesn't matter how much "potential" you have , or how much symmetry, etc..you can be a LITTLE off, and have your proportion/ symmetry/ etc get you through, as I believe the better OVERALL physique should get rewarded...but not when it's such a diametrical difference...

[Vince B]

You know, outsiders dismiss bodybuilding and for good reason. Look at the circus that is the Olympia! The pro athletes have a rep and what does he do? He MCs the contest. Well, who knows the lads better than the pro athletes rep, right? Bob also comments on the contest via broadcasts and he gives candid criticisms of the same hapless athletes.

Wait a minute, Bob is a fair dinkum bloke and allround do-gooder for mankind. Heresay has it that he does this representing unpaid. Yep, you heard it here first. Not a penny in his pocket for his tireless, and much unappreciated work bringing justice and fairness to bodybuilders around the world. He would be for strict drug testing but the athletes don't want that so his hands are tied. You have to feel sorry for a genuine guy like Bob who would do much more if the musclemen would see things his way.

It isn't appropriate that an athletes rep discuss contest placings on the internet or is it? That sort of thing can impact on future placings and really, should this rep voice his opinion? Well, it is merely his personal opinion. However, he is no ordinary being and his opinions mean something in bodybuilding circles. Rumour has it that he is an insider in the circle of backroom boys who make the big decisions for pro athletes.

Guys like Special Ed and myself should desist from bagging hapless Chick because he is flat out on all 4 cylinders trying to do the best he can in a very trying position.

Bob, a question? Can you report about the last pro athletes meeting, how many attended, and the election of pro athletes rep for 2010. Many thanks. Your efforts do not go unnoticed. Oh, wait, Bob already received IFBB recognition for his untiring efforts to bodybuilding. Surely there is another award that can be presented just for him!  

[regmac]

My opinnion is becasue he didn't look the way he did in 2007.  He really didn't look so bad last fall.  I dunno.  I STILL think he will be the next Mr O.

[Vince B]

Look, folks, this isn't rocket science. Bodybuilding judging, that is. Bob is wrong that definition should be the deciding criterion. That is what has evolved because that is just about the only thing the judges can agree about re physiques. What about size, shape, proportions, lines and overall appearance? Those are equally important when judging bodybuilders.

Every year we see the same controversies in the Olympia. Guys have won with blown calves and biceps and no one noticed. Good grief who are the judges? Who selects the judges? Obviously, the process is unsatisfactory. The pro athletes rep should see this and be talking about that. What does he do? He calls everyone who disagrees with him idiots. Yep, that is our Bob Chick, the epitome of stooges and uncrowned dunce of Getbig. Wait, Goodrum already owns that title. Well, they make a good pair with all the pontificating as if they are bona fide experts.

[Chick]

Anytime now, Basile...

STILL waiting, Basile...

[The Ugly]

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way--in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

There were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a plain face, on the throne of England; there were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a fair face, on the throne of France. In both countries it was clearer than crystal to the lords of the State preserves of loaves and fishes, that things in general were settled for ever.

It was the year of Our Lord one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Spiritual revelations were conceded to England at that favoured period, as at this. Mrs. Southcott had recently attained her five-and-twentieth blessed birthday, of whom a prophetic private in the Life Guards had heralded the sublime appearance by announcing that arrangements were made for the swallowing up of London and Westminster. Even the Cock-lane ghost had been laid only a round dozen of years, after rapping out its messages, as the spirits of this very year last past (supernaturally deficient in originality) rapped out theirs. Mere messages in the earthly order of events had lately come to the English Crown and People, from a congress of British subjects in America: which, strange to relate, have proved more important to the human race than any communications yet received through any of the chickens of the Cock-lane brood.

France, less favoured on the whole as to matters spiritual than her sister of the shield and trident, rolled with exceeding smoothness down hill, making paper money and spending it. Under the guidance of her Christian pastors, she entertained herself, besides, with such humane achievements as sentencing a youth to have his hands cut off, his tongue torn out with pincers, and his body burned alive, because he had not kneeled down in the rain to do honour to a dirty procession of monks which passed within his view, at a distance of some fifty or sixty yards. It is likely enough that, rooted in the woods of France and Norway, there were growing trees, when that sufferer was put to death, already marked by the Woodman, Fate, to come down and be sawn into boards, to make a certain movable framework with a sack and a knife in it, terrible in history. It is likely enough that in the rough outhouses of some tillers of the heavy lands adjacent to Paris, there were sheltered from the weather that very day, rude carts, bespattered with rustic mire, snuffed about by pigs, and roosted in by poultry, which the Farmer, Death, had already set apart to be his tumbrils of the Revolution. But that Woodman and that Farmer, though they work unceasingly, work silently, and no one heard them as they went about with muffled tread: the rather, forasmuch as to entertain any suspicion that they were awake, was to be atheistical and traitorous.

In England, there was scarcely an amount of order and protection to justify much national boasting. Daring burglaries by armed men, and highway robberies, took place in the capital itself every night; families were publicly cautioned not to go out of town without removing their furniture to upholsterers' warehouses for security; the highwayman in the dark was a City tradesman in the light, and, being recognised and challenged by his fellow- tradesman whom he stopped in his character of "the Captain," gallantly shot him through the head and rode away; the mall was waylaid by seven robbers, and the guard shot three dead, and then got shot dead himself by the other four, "in consequence of the failure of his ammunition:" after which the mall was robbed in peace; that magnificent potentate, the Lord Mayor of London, was made to stand and deliver on Turnham Green, by one highwayman, who despoiled the illustrious creature in sight of all his retinue; prisoners in London gaols fought battles with their turnkeys, and the majesty of the law fired blunderbusses in among them, loaded with rounds of shot and ball; thieves snipped off diamond crosses from the necks of noble lords at Court drawing-rooms; musketeers went into St. Giles's, to search for contraband goods, and the mob fired on the musketeers, and the musketeers fired on the mob, and nobody thought any of these occurrences much out of the common way. In the midst of them, the hangman, ever busy and ever worse than useless, was in constant requisition; now, stringing up long rows of miscellaneous criminals; now, hanging a housebreaker on Saturday who had been taken on Tuesday; now, burning people in the hand at Newgate by the dozen, and now burning pamphlets at the door of Westminster Hall; to-day, taking the life of an atrocious murderer, and to-morrow of a wretched pilferer who had robbed a farmer's boy of sixpence.

All these things, and a thousand like them, came to pass in and close upon the dear old year one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Environed by them, while the Woodman and the Farmer worked unheeded, those two of the large jaws, and those other two of the plain and the fair faces, trod with stir enough, and carried their divine rights with a high hand. Thus did the year one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five conduct their Greatnesses, and myriads of small creatures--the creatures of this chronicle among the rest--along the roads that lay before them.

Vince, please.

[Vince B]

Anyone can see that is a parody and not anything remolely like I would write.

Hope this helps.

[Vince B]

STILL waiting, Basile...

......and we are waiting for an honest election for the pro athletes rep.

[The Ugly]

Anyone can see that is a parody and not anything remolely like I would write.

Hope this helps.

You're rather parodyish yourself, Basile.

[Vince B]

I make jokes about the truth. I don't make up stories.

[The Ugly]

I make jokes about the truth.

Conversely, I tell the truth about jokes.

[jr]

Abnormally muscled men with extremely low bodyfat is serious business.

[LatsMcGee]

Dennis wasn't in shape, to place high you have to be in shape,  enough said.  Move on. 

[regmac]

Dennis wasn't in shape, to place high you have to be in shape,  enough said.  Move on. 

Heath didn't look much better to. In fact i think Chrismas came early for him.  I understand he was sick buthe and Victor were just as off as Dennis.  The IFBB media just hunted Wolf because he avoided other shows. He was off and admits it  but he belonged in the top 10 if Heath and Martinez placed in the top 6.