Like a front-row seat at the 1984 World’s Strongest Man competition, replete with muscle-bound monsters in skin-tight singlets. In the first event, they’re throwing dark-fruit and green pepper cannonballs over a 40ft wall. Event 2, pulling a bus of saltwater taffy and wet cement. Event 3, hoisting cauldrons of boysenberry syrup and balsamic glaze. For the grueling, no-holds-barred finale, they’re reciting 18th-century French poetry without shedding a tear. And when the point-leader chokes up during a poignant rondeau, you don’t dare chuckle.
