Halloween 70’s Big Challenge

Formal request for chicks in 70’s garb begins now

I have a buddy named Cliff who weighed a ridiculous 180 pounds with a 6’2″ frame in July. Now he’s a 220 pound stallion (that’s right ladies). After training last night, Cliff, our friend Spence, and I were chatting in my office. Cliff was sitting on an old wooden chair. Little did we know that it began to buckle because of the sheer masculinity that was upon it. Cliff shifted his weight, broke the chair, and as he fell to the ground he yelled, “Hey-yo!”. Spence, who had just painfully PR’d on deadlift laughed and said, “Way to go fatass.”

Chasing 70’s Big may or may not make you accidentally break things.

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Ladies and gentledudes, this weekend marks the first 70’s Big Halloween Challenge. I hope you all take this beautiful opportunity to dress up in some killer 70’s Big garb. I realize we can’t all be Johnny Spuke, but you can still look awesome. Here are some keys to a solid 70’s Big outfit (it isn’t a costume if it’s your normal style):

  • short shorts
  • long socks
  • mustache or beard
  • long hair
  • small singlets
  • chops
  • weighing above 200 pounds

Stick to these simple guidelines, and you should be fine. Ladies, please get in on this too so my inbox isn’t flooded with a bunch of dudes in short shorts. Please?
For more costume ideas, see the following picture:

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The epitome of 70’s Big

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Chuck B sent me some pictures of his “Bacon Explosion”. Nice.

Sausage meat wrapped in bacon

Sausage meat wrapped in bacon



Pre-bake. Notice the criss crossing complexity.

Pre-bake. Notice the criss crossing complexity.

Best. Pictures. Ever.

You guys won’t beat these pictures for a while…

I wanted to write an article that would inspire quality strength training and eating. The article will have to wait, because you all need to see these pictures that were sent to me today. And you need to see them immediately.

I have a friend named Springer. He trains with AC in Georgia. He sent me a picture of his weekly groceries (he weighs 215 right now and wants to be 230 by December):

springer

Yeah. No big deal.

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Then I got another e-mail.

Ladies, this is Johnny. Johnny is 6’5″ and is up to 275 from 215. He trains in a crusty-ass gym near the Afghan and Pakistan border. Aside from lifting in the gym, he pushes and pulls ATVs up the “shitty Afghan hills”. He’ll toss sandbags and do buddy carries and .50 cal can carries.

Diet: 6 times a day at the 24 hour chow hall.  6 to 8 eggs every morning, oatmeal with peanut butter, bagle with cream cheese, protein shake,  two lunches or MREs if out on a mission, and dinner. I eat everything until I vomit, then I eat more.

Behold…

He’s got the beard

He’s got the beard

He’s got the clothes

He’s got the clothes

He’s got the kick-ass attitude

He’s got the kick-ass attitude

And he STILL has room to grow

And he STILL has room to grow



Gold star for Johnny.

All right knuckleheads, you’ve got a whole weekend to make submissions. Go check out the Submissions Page for the criteria. Expect the Hall of Fame page to be finished with some new Hall of Famers inducted next week. Gant and I will also be working on a special video segment, and I’m working on some interviews. You’ll get so much content, you won’t be able to contain your bowels. Oh, and t-shirts are on the way…

Get strong.

DOs and DON’Ts of 70’s Big

There’s gotta be some standards, for god’s sakes

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The epitome of 70’s Big

When the website went live, one of the first things that my friend Chris did was compile a list of things that would or would not exhibit what 70’s Big is all about. I share his concern. You see, 70’s Big has been alive for the better part of 2009. You, the reader, are at a disadvantage. You may not intuitively know what is acceptable.

Hell, you may open your tub of soy protein after gelling your hair while listening to Nickelback and sipping a smoothie. For god’s sakes, this is for your own good! Okay? I can’t have you going around talking to your friends about 70’s Big when you’re convincing someone that your shirt is fucshia with a Bud Light in your hand. And I’m pretty sure Rip would find the athleticism to backflip kick you in the jaw if you were convinced Crown Royal was the best kind of whiskey. Look, it’s just bad for my reputation if you talk about 70’s Big after shaving your chest, doing a few sets of curls and push-ups, then hitting up the bar with your favorite “whore-stink” cologne on.

No, I can’t have that. There has to be some standards, dammit.

DOs

DON’Ts

By no means is this list finalized or comprehensive. You’ve got a whole weekend to make suggestions. Choose them wisely…