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It is just a fact that humanity produces some bodies that are like natural steroid machines. There really are people so naturally muscular that even their eyeballs are popping with muscle. This phenomenon is, perhaps, no more rare than extremely beautiful women, high mechanical geniuses or incredibly gifted musicians, etc.. No way to know for sure.
But I have seen them and I have known them. A friend of my father's was more muscular than Weider or Atlas, and he would have laughed at the idea of lifting weights. When he spent vast energy he wanted it to be for money in the form of official work. I have talked about this guy before on here. I am convinced he could have walked into any bodybuilding contest in the United States during the 1950's without training, and won the contest. He never officially worked out a day in his life.
You want muscles? This guy even had a muscle I have never seen on another human being. I refer to it as the milking muscle, because he thought he obtained it from handmilking cows on a dairy as a teenager. I guess he would know whether he had it before this. When he doubled up either wrist, an astonishing muscle popped out. It was about the size of a large marble, and stood up tall. You want grip? He could pulp a young potato in his fist almost as easily as you or I would crush a tomato.
Since this man was completely natural, I have to be very hesitant to accuse boxers with incredible bodies of cheating. I have seen what nature can do when she wants a freak.
An interesting and parenthetical story comes from when he and my dad were in grammar school. The fellow was always a very poor student, restless, who could not tolerate school. It was an old schoolhouse with one big room. The teacher used to send this young gentleman as an eighth grader over to sit with the first and second graders, perhaps hoping the humiliation would make him attend to school work. Instead, my dad would look over to the little kids' section where four or five desks were bolted together as they used to be. This gentleman (his name was Bob) would be sitting on the end of the row and would have leveraged all the other little kids up in the air, their feet dangling, while the teacher was at the blackboard with her back to the class.
When nature produces specimens like this, it is impossible to tell the difference between cheats in sports and fair players without some additional evidence. In many cases that additional evidence did exist. There is a lot of official documentation on Mosley, for instance, and his monetary dealings with Balco.
But I have seen them and I have known them. A friend of my father's was more muscular than Weider or Atlas, and he would have laughed at the idea of lifting weights. When he spent vast energy he wanted it to be for money in the form of official work. I have talked about this guy before on here. I am convinced he could have walked into any bodybuilding contest in the United States during the 1950's without training, and won the contest. He never officially worked out a day in his life.
You want muscles? This guy even had a muscle I have never seen on another human being. I refer to it as the milking muscle, because he thought he obtained it from handmilking cows on a dairy as a teenager. I guess he would know whether he had it before this. When he doubled up either wrist, an astonishing muscle popped out. It was about the size of a large marble, and stood up tall. You want grip? He could pulp a young potato in his fist almost as easily as you or I would crush a tomato.
Since this man was completely natural, I have to be very hesitant to accuse boxers with incredible bodies of cheating. I have seen what nature can do when she wants a freak.
An interesting and parenthetical story comes from when he and my dad were in grammar school. The fellow was always a very poor student, restless, who could not tolerate school. It was an old schoolhouse with one big room. The teacher used to send this young gentleman as an eighth grader over to sit with the first and second graders, perhaps hoping the humiliation would make him attend to school work. Instead, my dad would look over to the little kids' section where four or five desks were bolted together as they used to be. This gentleman (his name was Bob) would be sitting on the end of the row and would have leveraged all the other little kids up in the air, their feet dangling, while the teacher was at the blackboard with her back to the class.
When nature produces specimens like this, it is impossible to tell the difference between cheats in sports and fair players without some additional evidence. In many cases that additional evidence did exist. There is a lot of official documentation on Mosley, for instance, and his monetary dealings with Balco.
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