1. I'm a fan of Misty May-Treanor and Kerri Walsh, but mostly because of that indelible image of them from Athens. I don't mean this image per se -- more their nearly effortless dominance over every other team, which had an aphrodisiacal effect on me back then. But since 2004, that same dominance has translated any match of theirs into fait accompli -- they almost literally never lose -- and I've also realized that the May-Walsh duo doesn't overpower its opponents because they can out-finesse them instead, which isn't quite as exciting to watch. Misty will uncork a spike, but Kerri, more often than not, dinks the ball efficiently where the other team is not. Are they Americans, or are they Germans? Fortunately, I got to see Elaine Youngs and Nicole Branagh play a couple matches, because their game is almost all about pounding the ball hard. They didn't medal, but aesthetic pleasure! Fwoomp!
2. When I'm not watching women's beach volleyball, I'm watching women's indoor volleyball, and good thing too because the Polish team is a revelation of hotness.
Many more beauty here, thank Gdansk.
I can say that volleyball is to the 2008 Olympics what short-distance swimming is to 2004 (Natalie Coughlin, Inge de Bruijn, Amanda Beard).
3. When I'm not perving out to female athletes, I'm trying to figure out synchronized diving, which, according to my super objective measure of whatever the hell I'm thinking right now, is the randomest event ever. What's next, synchro weightlifting? Synchro free throws? Synchro discus?
4. And when I'm done with number 3, I'm trying to wrap my head around women's tramampoline. Wuh?
Indie rating: Electrelane - "To the East"