Current Object of Infatuation: Eastern-bloc Rhythmic Gymnasts
Used to be about the only thing that could've gotten me up at 10am Sunday morning was an alien invasion, but I just couldn't miss the finals of the Individual Rhythmic Gymnastics. Of all the Olympic events I like to watch--fencing, table tennis, and track cycling (you know, the ones that NBC skips in favor of stories about all those great American athletes or, even worse, montages of winning moments we've seen a million times already)--this is by far my favorite. You want ball-handling? Even if Jordan were playing, he couldn't compare. I'd gladly donate my own head for their use. (Ever seen them perform traps?) I'm telling you, Shannon Miller and them have got nothing on these girls: the flexibility, the creativity, the flexibility....
There's great drama, too: world champion Maria Petrova of Bulgaria and her last shot at Olympic gold; Yekaterina Sererbrianskaya, the 5'11" (they're all pretty tall, actually, those Aeon Flux bodies being better suited to demands of the sport) Ukrainian whose high scores proved indomitable; blonde Belarussian Larisa Lukyanenko, who continued to make tiny mistakes upsetting her otherwise superior routines; crowd-pleaser young-thang (must be carry-over from regular gymnastics where they're used to fawning over fourteen year olds) Yana Batyrshina; and Yelena Vitroshenko, who, with her captivating grey eyes, gets my vote for best-looking competitor--you get the feeling I'm really into this, or what?
Sexiest Ad Now on TV: Bally'sI don't recall people like that at the one near my house.
Ordinarily, I don't go for supermodels. (Like I have a choice!) They're like walking hangers, and I don't mean only the ones who look like they'd snap in a good wind.
