SEPTEMBER ’09
If you just look at the placings, their second onstage clash looks like no contest. But num- bers fail to tell the true story. First, let’s deal with first. Many were counting Cutler out and predicting Heath’s elevation to bodybuilding’s throne – or if not Heath, defending champ Dexter Jackson or that year’s Arnold Classic champ, Kai Greene. And yet at 271 dry pounds, Cutler romped to a blowout victory. “I was just physically, mentally, and emotionally prepared to be on top once again,” he averred aferward. “It’s very emotional, because I realized when I lost it how special it is, and I’m willing to bust my ass to stay on top.” Now, look at the scorecard. Down, down, down through the placings we find the name Phil Heath in fifh. He’s never been lower. He had planned to come in at a ripped 240 and seize the Sandow. The day before the show he was on target. But at prejudging on Friday he was 227 and his legs were deflated. Food poisoning early that morning had violently rid him of 13 precious pounds. Still, he roared back at Saturday’s finals when he appeared much fuller, closing the gap on scorecards by tying for second in the posedown. In the end, 31 points separated first and second place, but, in an incredible four-way logjam, only nine points separated second from fifth. Hampered by his Friday score, Heath was fifh, but by the contest’s end he was, in the estimation of most, the second-best bodybuilder onstage. “Losing like this is going to bother me,” he said, “but it’s going to fuel me, too.”