Isn't it ironical that a clueless guy like me has no idea what the muscleheads have to do to be competitive? You know, get prescriptions from several doctors, take goodness knows what dangerous chemicals, and then not even place well year after year. That sounds like insanity to me. There is hapless Chick on the defensive running away with his proud tail between his legs. All that size and he is gutless. He can't disclose what he and his fellow athletes have to do in order to compete in the hallowed IFBB. Athletes rep my ass! The appointed one is a bona fide stooge of extraordinary standing. Even that buffoon, Goodrum, endorses Chick.