There's something about one scrawny, twig-armed kid hanging from the rings with a couple of under-rooed wiggle worms backflipping into a pile of foam that says to me, "Seriously. In China, we don't screw around."
I'm thinking the good old U.S. of A. better put on its collective game face at the Olympics because that kid and his beady little competitive stare is scaring the crap out of me. That is... until I remember the gigantic fog of death that hangs over the entire nation of China. That should take the edge off, right?
Photo courtesy of the Associated Press.
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