Roasted

I’ve never been a fan of the Olympic events that require judging instead of measurable weight, distance, goals or time. Part of the problem is that I just don’t see what the judges see. Take diving for instance. The dude does a handstand on the edge of the platform, then does a quadruple backwards somersault, with 3½ twists, pike, while embroidering something, tenderizing meat, and toasting a marshmallow, then hits the water at a perfect 90 degree angle with the splash of a edgewise piece of sheet metal. And he gets a 7.75. Out of what? Six? Good for 7th place.

And then the commentator lady says that although his feet were correctly pointed during entry, his ankles weren’t completely extended. What does that even mean? Then they show the dive slow motion and use a telestrator and I still can’t see the flaw. Well, I did notice that the marshmallow was a tad overcooked. (I’d give the guy a medal just for standing on the platform in his little sister’s Speedo.)