What a poor dumb-bell . . ha, get it, a weight lifting pun. Oh man, I'm on fire today. Anyway, this poor sap seems to have bitten a little more than he could have ever dreamed to chew. I don't know how lifting heavy things became a sport. There isn't even a ball involved. That's a requirement right? There has to be some sort of round object that you toss/kick/bounce for something to be called a sport. Otherwise, competitive chess could be called a sport. Actually, in recent years, there's been a dilution of the term. How else could you explain the Spelling Bee Nationals popping up on ESPN. I like watching children being driven by the greed of their parents, but don't make it seem like it's a sport. It isn't. They're spelling. It's like a televised homework assignment. Back to this guy though. The one thing he can be grateful of, is that this picture is in black and white. It makes his pain seem a little more artistic.
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