This is Spencer’s “Outlaw Best” 345# OHS from today:
I, knowing that Spencer would get something around this, and knowing that Zach Brodis had gotten 335#, went straight from 315# to 345#, and this is what happened:
In case you didn’t see what happened there, here’s a still:
I’m not a doctor, but it looks like I snapped my shit up. No, it’s not that bad, just a little dislocated. Happy fucking Birthday, Rudy—WOO HOO!!! This however does prove two CRUCIAL facts…
1) “Old man strength” can be thwarted by old man joints. This is why they have masters divisions, seniors tours, or old dudes just fucking retire. The only bonus to being old is that it’s like being a woman because, a) if you get beat, all you have to do is say “of course you beat me—I’m old” and you have a built in excuse, and b) if I beat you, you will never live it down (seriously, I talk a lot of shit). The only other bonus I can think of is “testosterone therapy”. Do they drug test masters?
2) OVERHEAD SQUATS ARE STUPID. If you can’t snatch the mother-effing weight, don’t squat it.