Governor Schwarzenegger Graces Fans With Presence

Three years have passed since my first journey to the infamous "Arnold Classic". Just like the last two years, I made my way north to Columbus in search of not only some of the world's greatest athletes or free protein bars, but the Austrian Oak. Limited to only one day of the testosterone-filled fitness expo, it was enough for a few fans of The Terminator.

As the smell of fake tans stung our nostrils and protein sat in our bellies like a punch to the stomach, we pressed onward hoping to not only see Detective John Kimble, but to meet the Kindergarten Cop. My friend Greg joined me once again on our three-pete return to the event, while the young padawan known as Dave joined for his first visit time. As I assured him that a sighting of the elusive Conan the Barbarian was never guaranteed, only history suggested that Saturday morning would be the best time to witness the Destroyer.

Making our way through line after line, we kept our wits razor sharp in hopes that our Spider-Senses would detect the Predator slayer. As we sampled some sweet nutrients at a booth, a large man with biceps the size of watermelons skipped passed us like a school girl. He cried, "Do you think he is coming over here?!" Although the man was intimidating, his screech was that of a girly-man. However, who could blame him for his uncontrollable excitement over the presence of the bone-chilling Mr. Freeze. I myself got a chill as realized he was among us; walking as a god among mere men.

Like children at Christmas we took off towards the crowd that surrounded the one known as Arnold Schwarzenegger. As the three of us debated for what felt like hours as to what our plan would be we finally made our way towards the path in which he seemed to be coming down based on the security agents paving the way. With my "Arnold is Numero Uno" shirt on, Dave's Arnold magazine at hand, and sharpie marker ready to draw, we were stuck behind the first row of people that sat closest to the aisle as we watched the Governator smile and greet those just in front of us.

Disheartened that our only chance had been terminated, we made our way through the crowd wishing we would have dove to get just a little closer to our Last Action Hero. As we watched the crowd continue to fight for a closer look, nearby dialogue between two guards caught our attention. "It is too early to make a path through here. People will catch on and know he is coming here", the fat one said. "It is too late," exclaimed the other. "Brace yourself!"

Unable to believe our luck, we stayed near the guards hoping that their mistake may be our fortune. Sure enough... it was. More guards surrounded us; stressing the fact that we must stay at the carpets edge and let the Governor pass without the slightest movement towards him. With my sharpie ready and Dave giggling like a school girl, we waited patiently. Greg was armed with the camera as the one and only Arnold Schwarzenegger approached us.

Flashing him with my shirt, Greg shook his hand next to me. "Governor, please sign my shirt," I pleaded. He passed as quickly as he had come without notice of my request. A large sigh left my mouth as the three of us had come so close and yet so far. Yet, as a mother bear hears her cub's cry, Arnold pulled a 180 and reached for my marker. Before I knew it my pectoral became a surface for Mr. Schwarzenegger's quick signature. Right from my shirt to Dave's magazine we thanked him graciously. Shaking our hands he was not done with us yet. His message rang loud and clear as we sat listening. "You boys be good," he announced, before making his way behind closed doors, never to be seen the rest of the day.

Giggling like foolish clowns, rejoiced in our success and great luck. A dream comes true. As Greg continued to film, I zipped up my jacket, Dave hid his magazine, and we made our way away from the crowd. And as though it could not get any better, as we replayed the memory over and over, we were passed by none other than the Italian Stallion. As the one and only Rambo passed by, I expressed out loud, "Oh my gosh, there's Sylvester Stallone!" While staying hidden within the circle of his guards he heard my remark and waved as he passed. "Yo, how you doin'," he asked as he quickly passed. Although even more satisfied before, we back to playing the video you see here over and over; reliving the dream come true.

Say what you will about his acting, political skills, or his tumor like biceps. This man put the average Joe first, not letting who he was get in the way of being there for his fans. We are grateful to have been there; three years strong from just seeing him, shaking his hand, and finally a small conversation. Just enough to make for an unforgettable experience. The free samples were delicious, Stallone was amazing, but Arnold truly is, always has, and always will be, "Numero Uno".

Category:

Sports

Tags:

• Arnold
• Schwarzenegger
• Classic
• 2010
• Governator
• Columbus
• Ohio

[MyMerlin1]

Schwarzenegger had a lot of Black people put to death.

[SIX6TYSEV7EN]

Fuck arnold with ur difficult name

[Soloman1001]

Great guy, love Arnold, he's always been my hero.

[CleRoyster]

Did you ask Arnold if he had fun with Baron Rothschild and Warren Buffet?

[mark256]

Where are the autographs now? Framed? Ebay? lol

[NinjaFaceJon]

HAHA "we're gonna get mugged"

[HB28MIT]

Way to go guys! Not everyone gets the chance to meet their idols.

[SlackDaddy2009]

Awesome! That must've been one helluva rush!

[mitchecw]

how do you sleep at night after the encounter with ARNOLD!!!!

[brummmt]

d'uva what a clown