Citius, Altius, Funny-us.

I finally got a chance to catch a little of the Olympics while I was with my family in Bear Lake this week. I loved the sprinters. If I could see myself run, I'm fairly certain I'd look like a Jell-O salad hucked across the Sunday dinner table. These Olympians have precise control that I covet (but not enough to sprint ever, for any reason). I watched the gymnasts, but I can't do that for very long. I'm always clutching the chair, white-knuckled, worried that someone's going to break their neck. I had to leave the room when they showed that weightlifter drop the bar on his neck. And how in the name of all that is holy do those synchronized swimmers breathe! It's all so stressful and serious (and sappy, if you are unfortunate enough to watch it un-muted. Yes, Bob Costas, I'm looking at you).

So, I was overjoyed when I found this:



Now that's a gymnastics routine I can fully enjoy. Well, enjoy, and cringe a tiny bit about. The moment he goes up in a handstand and his skirt flips over, I feel a strong impulse to avert my eyes. This happens whenever I see a man with his boy parts cloaked in spandex. Makes watching the swimmers a little uncomfortable. I just don't know any of them well enough to be that familiar with the size and shape of their twig and berries, or branch and pinecones, or whatever variation on that theme they happen to posess. Just for the record, I don't like the women's swimsuits either. That cannot be comfortable for the boobs, to be smooshed so thoroughly. Yikes. Drag, be damned, I say. And how do the gymnasts avoid wedgies? These are the distractions that keep me from fully enjoying the world's greatest athletic spectacle every four years.

But back to Paul Hunt. Here's his uneven bars.




Bwah, ha, ha, ha, ha. He even successfully executes what I consider to be the most difficult of the physical comedy tropes--the crotch shot. Strength, balance, grace, and a willingness to be unrestrainedly goofy-what more can you ask for?

One more. It won't let me embed it, so you're going to have to click on the link to watch it, but it's worth it. Especially if you take special notice of his back hair in his patriotic leotard. You're welcome.

Enjoy!