“Who’s the fat guy?” It was me who was doing the asking, watching 17-year-oldGary Aprahamian roll into the Olympia Gym in Ridgewood, Queens, New York, in 1979. He was a little over 6 feet tall and about 380 pounds. Calling him “fat” made total sense. But then he loaded up a 45-pound bar with 810 pounds, shook out a hand towel and draped it over the back of his neck before ducking under it all and doing squats. Yes, plural.