Zoltan Kozma

Gari, očigledno je da nisi radio mnogo sa velikim tegovima. Mišići se od težina umeju toliko ukrutiti da nema tog istezanja koje će ih opustiti, a kad na sve to dodaš količinu hemije koju oni uzimaju onda dobiješ takve čvorove u mišićima da nema terapeuta koji će ih razbiti svojom rukom.

Ostaje to da se papagajkama masiraš preko peškira, jedino tako ovaj jadnik može dovoljno jako da stisne njegov trapez da bi obavio masaži.

Ovo je redovan problem kod velikih bildera i strongmena/powerliftera, dobijaju ozbiljno velike količine čvorova u mišićima koje ne možeš razbiti konvencionalnim metodama, nego samo gvožĂ°e pomaže.

Ja recimo nisam toliko zaglavio, na kraju krajeva nisam na hemiji, ali i dalje imam ozbiljnih bolova u mišićima i recimo moja Branka mora ozbiljno da skaže po donjem delu leĂ°a ili da se kotrljam preko bućice od 30kg da bi bolovi prošli, jbg ocupational hazard

jel to on ovde depilira vrelim peskirima? ne kontam bas

 

Evo i priče iz Nasserovog ugla. Nije mi bitno da li su istinite ili nisu, samo obožavam da ih čitam. Ovde je Nasser baš raspalio.

In our last interview you mentioned certain problems you would encounter as a contest neared and that maintaining your massive size could sometimes be a problem. Just how difficult is it to maintain such massive size and what are some of the problems that might be experienced by competitors as large as you?

I would like to give an example of a man who was one of the largest pros to have ever competed: Greg Kovacs. I knew Greg, who was so big that he could hardly function.

Once I flew into Knoxville, TN for a seminar and a guest posing. And Kovacs was supposed to be there with me as well. I had to drive in the same car with him and his wife, from the airport to the hotel where we were staying. I put my Walkman on and did not want to socialize artificially with family K. My guest posing went well, but I did not watch K guest pose.

But we had to give a seminar together the very next day. The result was that - without kidding - the seminar in the gym was given by Kim Kovacs and me. Greg just sat on a couch, physically and mentally tired. And as usual he was sweating profusely.

Here is another true story: once Greg was with wife Kim at an Amateur contest in Texas. She was cutting him his steak into little chewable pieces while he was sitting at a table, breathing heavily and sweating. Then Kim fed him with a fork and in her other hand held a mini fan for him because again he was transpiring so tremendously.

Finally he had to go to the bathroom. He went ahead and she followed him into the men's bathroom exactly 10 minutes later. She just walked straight in there. Greg made himself visible by sticking his hand out over the top of the stall, so she knew where to go. Then she helped him clean his rear end as I had also witnessed personally while I was staying at their house in Canada in 1995.

The other nasty story is that once a guy - who I know and who told me about this - went up to see Greg into his Atlanta, GA hotel room to give him some "medical items". At the time Greg was without his wife because they had one of their usual conflicts.

Still, it is very unusual that he had travelled without her, as she normally went with him everywhere. Anyways, the so-called "medicine man" had to use the bathroom but Greg strongly prohibited the guy from going in there.

But the guy went in there nevertheless and there was this awful penetrating odor. He discovered multiple - obviously used - towels covered with long brown skid marks. Kovacs had been using the now stinky towels as a toilet paper replacement because he could not reach his rear end by himself. So he used the towels by holding each end with one hand and rubbing himself/pulling the towels back and forth between his legs.


[ Q ] Moving on now, Greg Kovacs was a massive guy. Some say he was the strongest bodybuilder ever.

To my knowledge the Kovacs' had also "consulted" Craig Titus, Charles Glass, Dave Palumbo, Milos and Chad Nichols and my far acquaintance friend, KP Ourama. Years ago while I was still talking to Kovacs I gave him the opportunity to travel to Finland to give seminars instead of me.

From my point of view there were few financial rewards for doing this. Anyways, this Finnish acquaintance of KP's also tried to help Kovacs find the "secret". But they were not happy with this guy's information either.

What people like Kovacs and many, many others do not understand is there is no so-called "drug secret" at all. At some point, sooner or later every bodybuilder (and other athletes in other sports) uses the same drugs. And performance enhancing drugs like steroids can't change Kovacs's disfigured body and cannot make his camel hips disappear, change his DNA or suddenly give him full, round calves, hams, triceps and symmetry.

Intensity in regard to bodybuilding means to Kovacs and many other lost souls more, many more cc's of steroids and other drugs, many more units of Insulin and GH.

They do not consider intensity as far as doing frequent and longer workouts, more sets and reps, more pre-exhaust techniques, the use of different cardio machines like the stair master, the cross trainer, the rowing machine (not solely the stationary bike for 20 minutes/three times a week like Kovacs did).

It was also not possible for Kovacs to do cardio on an empty stomach. And eating less food during his pre contest diet did not seem to be an option for Greg Kovacs either. The additional dependency on ketamine and nubain and on various other painkillers by himself and his wife did not contribute to him becoming a better bodybuilder, but definitely made them eligible for intense and long rehab.

Kovacs, a giant of man at around 400-plus-pounds, bad genetics (no symmetry, no proportion and no shape) and discipline problems with his diet was a hopeless case in the world of bodybuilding. All these claims to be the strongest bodybuilder in the world is just talk.

Kovacs claimed to be able to push six 45-pound plates on each side of bar on the incline bench press. This is true but not with a free barbell. Kovacs was just using the Smith machine for such record claims. And using such a machine to make strength claims is ridiculous. Pushing free weight is much harder.

Kovacs could neither do one single chin up nor do one single dip with his bodyweight. I never saw or heard of Kovacs doing squats either. And if you can't do that, because you are too big and too heavy and uncoordinated, then you cannot stimulate the muscle through its full range of motion. This means that certain parts of the muscle cannot therefore be developed properly. Add a lack of the proper genetics needed and you will get nowhere.

Greg was actually the person who brought "Muscletech", a Canadian nutrition company, which sponsored him for years. But it was also the same company that finally got rid of him. The last time I saw Kovacs was in 2004 backstage at a pro show in Atlanta, GA. He was warming up there.

But he "withdrew" due to injury. This was the official reason given for not competing. Greg looked unhurt to me. But I seriously think that he started feeling sick when he saw the full line-up of competitors. A top 15 spot would have been a dream come true for him. But there was no room for him in the top 15. I think this is the last we saw of the lumberjack.

By the way, Greg's huge multiple lumps on his rear end became more and more visible, because he was "dieting" (coming down in bodyweight) which means he did not eat every 45 minutes like in off season but then just ate every 70 minutes. At this time his mothering wife tried to rub the lumps out, but some of the lumps burst open and pus and blood streamed out.

So Jumbo Palumbo, who was already working as Greg's "nutritionist", was called by Kim in the middle of the night and a couple of hours later Kovacs was on his way to New York City to meet Palumbo who had already arranged and scheduled emergency surgery for the lumberjack. The surgery lasted several hours and Kovacs almost died under the diligent hands of several qualified medical doctors.

I heard that these haematomas were baseball-sized. Shortly after, Kovacs flew back to nearby Toronto, Ontario, where he still tried to get ready for the NOC (Night of Champions). Anyways, the story was that he even had to wear diapers under his tent-sized posing trunks. He was leaking pus all over the stage. And for sure he could barely move because he could barely breathe, weakened through rapid weight loss, the emergency surgery and not eating every 45 minutes.

An interesting thing about Greg: in his free time he likes to sing the "Jefferson" song and watch bodybuilding movies, especially his own one, and he also loves to spend hours and hours in strip clubs. Many of these girls love muscular men/big men. The thing Kovacs enjoys there the most is when he can "eat" and lick the feet of several of these girls at the same time. Often afterwards he will eat steaks without the use of silverware, but with his bare hands. Also he does not wash his hands before he goes from "eating" feet to eating steaks.

The Kovacs monster is very dubious and monster-like in the gigantic outgrowth of its camel like pelvis, its fridge gut (sounds almost like German "Frisch is gut" = "fresh is good" - but it is de facto the complete opposite here) and with its stilt legs. The tiny dimensions of its lower body limbs suggest it was previously wheelchair bound.

The legs also actually do look just like small rudiments from a species that is trying to abandon legs because it is evolving back into an ocean-dwelling creature where lower extremities are no longer needed. Survival for this "monster" in the bodybuilding world is more than poor.

Hah lajavi krelac ovaj Nasser, covek je kao one babe sto tracere kada odu na kafu, slazem se sa Alenom.

Ma mora da jeste...mislim otkud mi da znamo šta jeste, a šta nije.

Nasser i slična ekipa kojoj su razbijene neke iluzije idu okolo i kenjaju o sportu, a šta je Nasser uradio za sport?

Svi oni imaju svoje mračne strane, kad peglaš na tom nivou bb-a sa tolikom telesnom kilažom i raznim problemima koje hemija donosi ne moš živeti kao normalan svet, jer fakat ni nisi normalan.

MeĂ°utim ono u šta ja verujem je da niko ko je srećan svojim životom ne ide okolo i kenja po drugima, to je fakat nevezan za bb...

Inače skenjala bi se masa kad bi ja samo počeo da pričam ono što znam o našim velikim imenima u bb-u i kakve stvari oni u stvari rade jedni drugima i još gore, mladim takmičarima koji tek počinju bez iskustva. Samo što se takve stvari ne rade, niko ne želi da prlja svoja usta sa takvim pričama...

 u stvari Naser je rekao 90% stvari koje su istina Osim onoga da on nikada nijue koristio sintol to je vec glupos,cedio mu se sa ramena i ruku

Evo ovde sve Nasserove mudrosti:
http://www.bodybuilding.com/fun/drobson329.htm?CJAID=10409403&CJPID=2136017

Inace lik bas prso sa mozgom na kraju. Pomalo je i zanimljivo citati ovo, pogotovu kako mi u Jugoslaviji nismo imali mesa da jedemo 80ih.

Greg Kovacs: My Experience with Nasser El Sonbaty!

Written by Greg Kovacs
Wednesday, 30 March 2011 00:07



Since everyone keeps asking me to talk about Nasser El Sonbaty. . .about how we met and became, what I thought at the time, good friends. . . for this week's column, I will tell the full story so you can understand how surprised I was when I read about all the horrific lies he told about my wife and me in his interview on bodybuilding.com. To this day I don't understand why he focused on bashing me for no apparent reason, especially after how hospitable and kind my wife and I were to him when he came to Toronto in the winter of 1995.



My first interaction with Nasser was through the telephone a few months before he came to Canada. My good friend and Jason Mathis knew I was a huge fan of Nasser and he happened to interact with him from time to time. I asked Jason the next time he talked to Nasser if he would ask him if he minded talking to me on the phone because I admired him and wanted to pick his brain about training and nutrition. To my surprise Nasser agreed and we spoke shortly after that. I was very impressed that Nasser would take the time to chat with me considering his status (at the time he was a top 3 Olympian) and the fact that he didn't even know me. I found this to be a nice gesture on his part.



He and I hit it off on the phone. After that, he researched me and found a few pictures in a magazine from a visit I made to Venice that previous summer. He told me I had great potential. He also gave me great advice and we talked several times after that. Ironically, Nasser told me that he was coming to Toronto to do an appearance at the Musclemag store that my friend Paul Gardiner (the future owner of Muscletech) managed. I was really excited to meet my hero and we made arrangements for me to pick him up at the airport the night before his appearance. Following the appearance, we planned to have him stay at my home for a few days because he was going to the U.S embassy in downtown Toronto to renew his visa for the States.



Nasser, Kovacs, and Kovac's Dad


So I was excited that "my friend" was coming down and we were gonna train for a few days. I was stoked to have the opportunity to learn from one of the best. On the Friday he arrived, my wife and I came to pick him up and when he came through the security gates the first sign that something wasn't night right surfaced. He was acting a little distant and reserved and he peered oddly at me through his spectacles. I think he was a little shocked and intimidated at my size in person. I don't think he was prepared to feel small at his off-season 310 pounds, at the time. I was a little over 400 pounds so I guess that threw him off. By the time we checked him into his hotel, he seemed a little more comfortable and relaxed and the MuscleMag appearance was a lot of fun.


As I said, after the appearance was over, he stayed at our home which was about an hour's drive from Toronto. He had to be at the Embassy on Tuesday morning. I should point out that it was the dead of winter at the time and Nasser had been living in California so he was not accustomed to our Canadian winters. I think he complained about how cold it was at least 20 times a day and progressively more as each day passed. So when we set out to the Embassy on the Tuesday morning he was eager to get his visa so he could go back to Los Angeles the next day. However, we were all in for a big surprise when we got there.


When we arrived at the U.S. Embassy, there was a huge line. After waiting for almost 3 hours they told Nasser that there was a problem with his renewal and that he would have to take care of it before he could leave the country. So, basically, he was stranded in Canada until he sorted out these issues. To say he was angry was an understatement. If I recall, his glasses were steamed up and his face and cranium were a few different shades of red.


Nasser, Kovacs, and Kovac's Dad
After driving back to our home, we called his lawyer and started the process to get the issues resolved. It took 3 weeks before everything was sorted out. Now, I was a huge fan of Mr. El Sonbaty but a house guest is like a fish; it can get rotten fairly quickly. During this time, we had to drive back and forth to the U.S. Embassy every few days until the matter was sorted out. That's over a 2-hour round trip. There was always something else needed, or a form to fill out, or a fax the lawyer in California had to send. He stayed at our home, ate our food that my wife cooked for him, visited my parents on their farm a few times, and he ate there food. During that time, he never once offered a penny for gas for all the driving or for all the food he ate. He even used my gear. Yes ladies and gentlemen, both Nasser and I used anabolic steroids. Shocking; but true.


I often wonder what he would have done if my wife and I would not have taken him in and basically treated him like family and helped him out of his situation. Would he have stayed in a hotel and eaten at restaurants? Would his issues have been resolved as quickly without our help? Or would he have been trapped in Canada and deported back to Germany? His wife, at the time, was frantic and we had to console her regularly over the phone. What sort of a demented character is Nasser that he had the audacity to talk so terribly about people that went out of their way to help him out? He may have been a great bodybuilder but, as a man, he doesn't even know the definition of the word. And, to me, a man's character is so much more important than anything else. In the end, I actually feel sorry for the guy. After such an illustrious bodybuilding career, he's become nothing more than a bitter ex-competitor. He's lowered himself to angry broken down bodybuilder who criticizes the sport that made him a star.


Kovacs over and out!