Beefy is it? Well now, I was up at the original Gold's and I could tell a few stories myself. Alas, they are genuine stories of friendship, not the kind of drivel that makes for homos in heat turn into fiddler crabs, i.e., one GIANT claw from whipping their lizard.
Ken Waller? A great guy.
Arnold? A great guy that knew he was King.
Franco? A great guy that liked the fact that someone (i.e., me) had to look
up to him.
Robbie Robinson? A great guy that had an outstanding sense of humor.
Joe Gold? A gentleman.
Mike Mentzer? Intelligent and trained like he said he trained. Intensely.
Mike Katz? Family man personified.
Frank Zane. Quiet. Polished and quite intelligent.
Did any of these guys do weird homo shit like Beefy speaks of? Not that I knew of, but then that's not what we talked about. I was (and still am

) a physique nobody. Was I their equal? Nope. But they didn't treat me as anything less. I didn't "hang out" with them, but I did train along side them. I was too small and weak to spot them, but they were there to help me out when I needed one. Great times with good people.