Today, I'd like to talk about rhythmic gymnastics.
"What are rhythmic gymnastics?" you ask, because you like asking stupid questions, the answers to which you were obviously going to get if you could have just waited a second or two.
Rhythmic gymnastics aren't gymnastics in the traditional sense, with all the vaulting and backflipping and whatever the hell it is those crazy Chinese dudes are doing. The participant dances around with a ball, hula hoop, or ribbon. They throw the aforementioned item around a bit. They dance some more. Maybe a somersault or two.
Yep. That's it. This sport must have been created as a failed attempt to get strippers into the Olympics. Imagine the awkward childhood moments:
"What do you want to be when you grow up, Timmy?" asks the teacher.
"A fireman!"
"That sounds great! And you, Sarah?"
"I'm gonna be a veterinarian!"
"Wonderful! What about you, Olga?"
"I'm gonna dance around a lot and throw a ball in the air and catch it with my thighs."
"Yes... that sounds fun... we all like to play. But what are you going to do for your career?"
"No, seriously! Dancing! With a ball! Throw it! Catch it! Repeat! I'm a princess!"
"Oh. Well. Um... your mother will be proud, I'm sure. Hopefully there's a McDonald's hiring nearby."
"But wait!" you say. "This doesn't sound like something you'd enjoy! The page said it's your new favorite sport! What's so great about it?"
Well, you see...
The umm... competitive nature of the sport is very...
That is to say... anyone can enjoy the event's... philosophical...
OH MY GOD THAT'S HOT. BEST OLYMPIC EVENT EVER!
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