Ok, I have one more...This happened so long ago that the guy I was in the gym with at the time had to remind me of it.
I think it was my sophomore year in college at UMASS. I used to go with my roommate to his gym off campus because it had better equipment than our gym at school. It was a good gym but trips there were infrequent mainly because it was small and usually filled with this group of 8-10 morons at all times that hogged all the equipment. I am talking chicken legged MF's with the orange fake tans and MC Hammer zebra pants.
So this one particular evening the group was over using the squat racks admiring themselves. One them then decides to announce to all his buddies that he was going to go for “his squat record” or something along those lines. So this freak in his itty bitty running shorts (I remeber the shorts he was wearing, you will see why) begins to stack plate after plate, I would say a good 405.
He looks a bit concerned as he squats under the bar and sure enough he had good reason. He drops down with the weight on his shoulders and his face turns more red than usual. He starts to come back up from his 1/2 squat and all of the sudden he freezes. The next thing you see is $h!t running down his legs and he hasn’t fully pressed the weight all the way back up so he can’t get it back on the rack. Now at this point some of his buddies are laughing and some are horrified, but none of them go near him to help him. So after about 15 seconds of this he finally collapses, the weight and the bar goes flying everywhere and this guy flops on his a$$, rolling around in his own shit.
That was a good one.
Bluesman