It takes a special breed of man to be a Mancathlete. On that fine, grey line between bravery & stupidity, creativity & madness – that’s where the Mancathlete dwells, where he dances his merry jig of manpride and sings his hearty songs of combat and striving. So walk with me now, dear reader, as we take a stroll down the hallowed halls of The Mancathlon School of Hard Knocks and gaze upon the portraits of Mancathletes past and present. And as we walk, we wonder to ourselves which of these personalities, which of these athletes has what it takes to go all the way this year. To stake his claim as a True Champion of the Game; to become the one we call “The Big Chief”.
