I love the Summer Olympics, because I have an unrepentant love of watching gymnastics. The grace, the discipline, the fearlessness it takes to hurl yourself across a 4″ beam without falling, spin around bars several feet off the floor with only your armpits and fingertips to keep you from hitting the floor, or backflip off a raised pedestal with a deafening roar in your ears awes me.
But I have to say, in some ways, the finest Olympic gymnasts have nothin’ on a breakdancer. They get nice soft mats to break their falls. Let’s see you do those triple back-handsprings on concrete, sucker.