I have figure skating down cold.
I know the difference between a toe loop and an Axel, and can point out exactly how well they are executed.
I can talk about historical stars all the way back to the 1958 Protopopovs from the USSR.
I make fun of the judges, comparing them to the famously-biased East German ones.
So, is this just bragging rights? Or is it an actual moment?
Relax, you compulsive clickers. All of the above is for the sole purpose of being able to relax on the couch with my sweetie while watching agile, scantily-clad young women display their bodies in ever more inventive ways.
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"Asking a bomb squad if an old bomb is still "real" is not the best thing to do if you want to save it." - denim
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