Now that I think about it, I
have met Mike, once. I was sitting in a folding chair at a table set up at the back of a hall in Pittsburgh where a contest was being held, and Matarazzo walked over to me and rudely told me it was his chair.
So there ya go.

It was at this competition that I also came upon King Tamali for the first time. The guy was a profusely sweating blob of goo, chatting up Jim Manion, and I asked my buddy who the human disaster was. "He's apparently some up-and-coming bodybuilder or something, " he replied. "Gets real bulky in the offseason."
No shit.