Powerlifting equipment has gotten, in my opinion, way gonzo goofy. When I can outlift, equipment-free, in the gym, a guy who totals almost 500# more than me in a meet, basically I feel two things:
1. Vast amusement. In fact, outright hilarity.
2. A deep, almost geologic, sadness.
Conversely, a guy who out-totals me by 300 lbs in an OL meet is pretty damned studly, and it's unlikely I'm going to stomp them in the gym in a strength or power based workout.
It's why I don't powerlift anymore. I guess I now consider myself a born-again Highland Games thrower.