parallel bars

I’m watching the World Gymnastics Championships on TV at the moment; they’re being held in Melbourne, hence the TV coverage. This really makes no sense, since you’d think that everyone who wanted to see them would actually go to the event itself. Anyway. I missed out on tickets for the gymnastics at the Commonwealth Games (in fact we missed out on tickets for almost EVERYTHING we asked for; dumbass ballot system) so I’m ogling the male gymnasts now instead. My, but those tiny shorts are TINY. Ahem. Considering my severe heightitudinal difficulties, you would think I would have done gymnastics as a child. But NO. My parents did not show their love for me by pressing me into sports at an early age. Damn them. I could have been rich! RICH! … wait, gymnasts earn no money at all. Scratch that. I could have been muscly! MUSCLY!