I was on the decline bench and was in the middle of a set when some young punk walked by and wasn't paying attention (because he was talking to his other buddies), so as he walked by he hit the end of the bar while trying to get by to get a pair of dumbells.

It knocked me off balance and I could'nt drop the plates from the bar because I had the clips on the ends. So, knowing there was no way I was gonna get the bar up to rack it I had to think fast... Do I drop it on my chest, or my face? In a split second I realized that if I dropped it on my chest it would then roll down onto my neck which I would then risk crushing my throught, so I dropped it on my face knowing at least I had bone that would somewhat be able to protect me. Doing so, I dropped it on my face, then was able to push it off to the side. The bar with it's groved parts for grip sawed across my face and ear.

When all was said and done, I had blood pouring out of my ear and the side of my face from the crushing pressure and the sawing motion and got a fractured cheekbone.

It was a big bloody mess everywhere and that idiot was no where to be found. I wanted to kill the phuker!!! And that is just one (out of a couple) war stories at the gym for me!

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Two 45 plates and a chicken is the breakfast sandwich of champions!!