way back when i started benching i got a shitty little bench in the basement and always tried to outdo myself......
first attempt...185lbs with clips on both sides. And no spotter, so i lift and lower the weight to my chest, and all of the sudden i realized that i had royally fucked myself. Although it wasnt pressed against my throat, i couldnt figure out what to do, so let it rest on my chest for a minute while i contemplated my own stupidity. So i began to roll it slowly down my chest (i couldnt throw it to the side) and as it got to my waist i sat up and scooted, yes scooted away from it so as to not separate my scrotum from my body. I had bruises all over my chest for the next week.
Seconds attempt...one week later.....185 with no clips, i didnt want the same thing to happen so i chose not to screw the clips on...so as i lifted it and lowered it again slowly i had realized that i learned nothing over the past week. The weight would not move off my chest. So i did the "smart" thing and dropped my left shoulder, letting all the weights on that side hit the ground...Little did i know the force of the bar comming upward when the weights fell, and the bar flew in the air, and as the other weights dropped the bar cracked the celing fan light, broke the light and made the most awful noise when it got jammed in the fan blades. With wood splinters flying i dove for cover in pitch black darkness... When the shitstrom stopped i ran upstairs, and when it got light outside i realized all the damage i had done...about 60lbs of broken weights on the floor, wood shrapnel just about everywhere, broken glass, and a cracked flooring.
From that point on i realized i needed a spotter