Olympic Gymnastics: Reminding You Just How Pointless Your Yoga Routine Really Is
[Insert dreamy drawn-out sigh here.]
You know what? I love the Olympics. Love it. Goodwill, Pan-Am? Meh. They can’t produce moments like this. Until U.S. gymnast Morgan Hamm pussied out of the Games (yeah, yeah, so mean, I know) the team’s second alternate, Sasha Artemev, had no idea that a day later he’d be stepping in as reliever for the Americans in the pommel horse event. Dude barely got to do a dry run. Watch him kick some everloving ass below anyway and don’t worry, praying for the survival of the gentleman’s balls is customary during this event. Polite, not pervy.
Wishing they were that awesome? The lady fencers after the jump, whose sport has been reduced from its European Renaissance roots to some kind of hybrid American Gladiator laser tag jousting atop a lifesize ‘Simon’ game. Costume design courtesy of the film Outbreak. Oy.
