A random girl's random gymnastics ramblings.

Friday, October 21, 2011

enjoy your enormous bowl of disgusting creamy pasta.


Let's start from the very beginning.  

We begin our magnificent journey at the Rock.  The gym's main bitches roll up, and we know this because they each pull in to their assigned parking spaces.  This is the first and only time we see that Daddy Tanner has a whole hummer dedicated to the cause of pimping out his daughter.  


Team Tanner my ass.  More like Team Bang All of the Ladies in the Gym.  Next, Kaylie shows up decked out in head to toe pink.  Again, this is a trend that didn't last long.  I'm assuming Nastia put the kabosh on that.  They are followed by the Keelers, in their ratty old wagon.  This must mean they're poor.  The three main bitches are just showing up, but workout is already in full swing for the lowly minions.  


This is our first introduction to the various levels of background talent.  Some girls can do flyaways.  Others stand around like Santa.  This girl sports a Ponor-esque super mega high cut leotard monstrosity.  This must have been way before the GK sponsorship. 


That leo just screams 1997 Reese's Cup.  Gross, our first taste of Creepy Carter.  With his ragamuffin haircut and butt chin.  He stalks Kaylie from across the gym.  

In an homage to LGIPB, and all Lifetime movies, the other moms in the viewing room get up to let the Cryptkeeper (who isn't nearly as cryptkeeperish in the beginning) and Payson's mom sit in the front row.  Urban legend has it that only the mothers of the HBICs (read: Kristie Phillips) were allowed to sit in the front row at the gym.  So move over, second string bitches.  

We see Lauren stretching out with the rest of the beginners, proving to us that she is able to sit in a seal stretch.  Way to go, sweetheart!


The girl on the right looks just as thrilled as I am.  Do they always use underage extras?  I feel like we don't see as many little ones as the season goes on.  Some of the SAG kids walk over and ask Payson for an autograph.  She's just too "focused" to hear them, but Lauren gives her a mighty pimp slap, and she wakes up long enough to oblige the kids.  

Lauren, Payson, and Kaylie make some small talk about Boston, which is where Nationals are held this year.  This is where things get a little murky.  Lauren refers to the meet as their "last Nationals," and then they all blather on about the Olympics.  However, we all know that these little nuggets still haven't gone to the Olympics, so who knows when/if that will actually ever happen.  

The three yack on as if they had just met, and never discussed gymnastics before.  They hit all of the tradition gymnastics stereotypes, restricted eating, and their entire lives riding on one moment.  All that crap.  

Meanwhile, smarmy Daddy Tanner is having a chat with Marty Walsh, current Rock head coach.  They discuss how awesome their gym is, and how awesome their girls are, while Daddy tells Lauren to point her toes while she's on beam.  Because she's on beam now.  But only for a half second, because now Marty is lining the girls up, and explaining to them how they will compete to make the roster for Boston.  Say what now?  

I guess their thing is to compete in flights (???) so the girls want to be in the top three, or the first flight.  I honest to God have no idea why that would matter at all, but apparently it does.  

Oh sweet heavens, there she is, our first glimpse of the Miss Chloe Kmetko, aka Bitchface Chloe.  She rolls up in an even shittier jalopy than the Keelers, which must mean she's REALLY poor.  A skinny, sloppy ponytailed girl jumps out of the car, and heads into the gym.  Great.  Welcome, Emily Kmetko.  

Inside the gym, Lauren is explaining how the top three always consists of Payson, Kaylie, and herself, so why worry?  At that moment, Emily comes cruising by, tumbling some whip backs into a back tuck.  Lauren immediately becomes pissy.  Probably because she sees THIS.  


This leads us to the opening credits.  I still remember watching these for the first time, and how hard it made me snort.  I'm serious, I snorted so hard, my brain hurt.  We open with shots of Emily and Lauren chugging down the vault runway.  


We see a quick montage of the girls tumbling and vaulting, which includes Emily Kmetko obviously just doing a belly flop onto a stack of mats.  The last shot is Kaylie smacking the bars with her grips before falling, creating a plume of chalk into the air that spells Make It or Break It.  Snort-a-riffic. 


Back in the gym, we see Emily flick her wrists, and take off for her pass of 2.5-front tuck, while Daddy Tanner trails her like a super creep.  He runs over to Marty, and asks him who the hell the new girl is.  Marty explains that she's the new scholarship kid.  You know, the one they FOUND ON A PLAYGROUND.  Sure.  Lauren immediately starts biting on Emily's leotard, and how it makes her look so very poor. 

From across the gym, Creepy Carter and another unnamed boy check out the girls.


Payson is cool, and the first to talk to Emily.  Kaylie is also nice enough, but Lauren has a meltdown as soon as she learns that the new girl is going to be training with them.  


In order to really show that girl who's boss, Lauren takes to the beam in order to intimidate her new teammate.  Ooh, scary.  We are immediately blessed with the beam stylings of Ashley Postell, who does her entire routine on a normal sized beam.  


After beam, the girls are in the bathroom, where we see our only reference ever to Lauren barfing all of the time.  We couldn't have a gymnastics show without the obligatory eating disorder, now could we?  


AHAHAHAHA Kaylie does get a good line though.  "Great.  I look like a butterball.  I am turning into Mary fricking Lou."  Hilarious.   

Back inside, Lauren and Kaylie each drape a leg over the pommel horse while they watch Emily set up for vault.  Lauren realizes that Em is afraid of vaulting.  Despite this discovery, Lauren still wants to perform as much sabotage as possible.  Anything to keep her in this "top flight" crap.  

Emily, apparently the only one working out today, is over on bars.  After dismounting, Marty explains to her that in order to be a successful gymnast, her mother will have to be present for all workouts and team gatherings.  Because that is a super important part of things.  Parents are not allowed to be employed or have other children at the Rock.  This is also our first glimpse of the "NO DATING!!" rule at the gym.  Hmmm, foreshadowing.... 

After workout, we meet Sister Mary Summer for the first time.  She shows up, and tries to be all buddy-buddy with Lauren.  As far as she knows, Sister Mary is nothing more than her dad's secretary.  Despite mentioning her "boyfriend," Lauren totally blows it off with a classic "I thought Jesus was your boyfriend."  Take THAT, conservative undertones of ABC Family! 

During the Keeler car ride home, Payson's mom tries to compliment her daughter on her FX, but Payson's kind of a bitch and tells her mom to shut it, because she "needs to focus."  Yes, focus on the car ride home.  


Because they're so humble and grounded, Payson's mom informs Pay that she's allowed to be a brat on the way home, but it's time for dinner and chores once they get home.  Then, because they're so kind and poor, they pull over when they see a cold, lonely Emily Kmetko standing all alone, waiting for her ride.  Payson's mom offers Emily a ride, which she politely declines.  She's just sure her mother will be there momentarily.  
Obviously, she was wrong, because we see her hoofing it all the way home.  On her trek home, she happens to pass by two nasty teenagers going at it in the back of a jeep.  


GROSS.  

Emily skitters by unseen, and finishes her journey home.  After she arrives, Bitchface Chloe is immediately remorseful, and while Emily does give her a little sass, it's nothing near the insane bitchiness we see later in the series.  So, Emily isn't entirely hateable.  Yet.  Bitchface Chloe, Emily, and sometimes-there brother Brian sit around the table and worry about money, as obviously poor families with generic leotards are apt to do. 


Emily reassures everyone, because as of that afternoon, she has secured herself a position at The Pizza Shack, a franchise of some sort that she seems to have some experience with back in wherever she's from.  

Emily seems so cool, and relaxed.  WHAT HAPPENED???  

Next, we see the two nasty jeep makeout lovebirds pull into the gigantic mansion that we learns belongs to the Cruz family.  Creepy Carter pressures Kaylie to mess up her life, and go public with their relationship.  Kaylie reminds him that if her dad finds out about them, he will kill him.  No joke kill him.  And I get it.  I would kill him too.  

They haven't got too long to chat though, because Lauren rolls up in her convertible while what appears to be licking the visor. 


Get a little closer.  Because their relationship is so hush-hush, Kaylie and Creepy scramble around, trying to play as if he was just giving her a ride.  Lauren isn't stupid, so she mentions something about kool-aid, and then brags about her new Olympic Rings necklace that Daddy gave her.  But necklaces and illicit romances aside, Lauren lets her know about what is really important: getting rid of that scag Emily.  

While everyone else is going home to relax, Emily is hard at work at the Pizza Shack.  She is gainfully employed by this awesome, methed out girl who I know I've seen in other stuff, but I can't figure out where.  Anyway, I love her.  


She is just thrilled that Emily can step in right away, since she already has all of this experience.  She begins with serving one Miss Lauren Zizes, who happens to be stoned and wants a pizzone.  


She obviously knocks this scene out of the park.  We'd expect no less.  Emily has to deal with bozos like these all night long, past midnight.  This includes her coworker, some wormy kid named Razor.  I knew he was wormy the minute he bragged that "singing emo" was his thing.  


They have a few more creepy moments, and then part ways. 

The following morning, we are treated to an early morning conversation between Payson's mom and dad.  They have the totally cliched "did we do the right thing, making this our whole lives?" discussion seemingly in the middle of a windstorm.  


Payson and her awesome sister Becca from Bridesmaids come out to the car.  Becca is all chill and cool, while Payson continues to be a little bitch to her family.  

This trend continues when Emily oversleeps, and then freaks out at her mother for not waking her up.  So she can train elite gymnastics, work a job, and take care of her brother, but she is unable to set her own alarm clock.  Gotcha.  They all race to the gym.

The crew warms up before the "Rock National Team Trials," whatever the fuck those are.  Lauren hopes that Emily just flakes out, but too bad, because she shows up.  After their 20 second warm up, Kaylie is up on bars.  Her routine consists of kip, cast handstand, immediate double back.  That will surely be enough to keep her in the top flight!

She is followed by Payson, who does two giants before a piked double back.  She's obviously the "good one" on the team.  Lauren shows us even less, pretty much just a blind change into a double front dismount.  

With Emily, we're treated to some real camera tricks.  The camera pretty much just spins around with her as she does giants, until she flings her double back. 

All the snotty Rock girls cheer for and hug one another, but totally ignore Emily.  Dumb snots.  On floor, we see a montage of the girls doing shitty hurdles, and some random fulls and stepouts.  


Kaylie shows that she's the "cute" one, and finishes the routine smiling at the judges.  This gets her father extraordinarily excited.  Next, on beam, is Lauren Tanner.  


As only she can do, she wobbles on a layout stepout, and instead of stepping off the beam, she absolutely splats on all fours. 


Emily follows with some forgettable garbage, aside from a GLORIOUS TUCKED FULL dismount.  Lauren is PISSED.  So she stomps into the office to discuss her options for sabotage with Daddy Tanner.  She cries and complains to Daddy, who tells her to suck it up, and nail the shit out of her vault.  

While setting up for vault, we get to see some of the highly talented extras work their magic in the background.  

We see Payson lining up for vault, and hear the announcer (??) blather on about how she will be performing the most difficult vault of the day.  In fact, it has never been landed before in competition.  Whatever will it be??  

What do you call a yurchenko vault without the salto?  That's what it was.  

While we were being treated to that gem, Lauren was eyeballing the sheet with the board settings on it.  She uses the distraction of Payson's world class vault as an opportunity to change Emily's board numbers.  Then, before anyone can guess what's going on, Lauren races up to vault.  She upstages Payson by actually doing a real tucked yurchenko.  


Emily gets set to vault, completely unaware that her board settings have been moved by six inches.  This is where things start to get a bit Make-It-or-Break-It-y.  Like, in the real world, having such a massively mis-set board would be a recipe for death.  But not at the Rock.  Here, it's just some teenage shenanigans.  What fun!



I know it's for a campy TV show, but I don't find neck injuries entertaining.  Ever.  

But that's Lauren!  Breaking girls necks, but never getting punished.  But she's troubled, so it's ok.  Anything to get what she wants!  She's just being Miley/Lauren.

While Emily is carted off to the office instead of the hospital, Kaylie wows us with a Nabieva-style vault. 

Lauren is thrilled that top three remain intact, but little does she know, Emily is in the office pushing away EMTs and demanding a second vault.  Sitting with her is Bitchface Chloe, who is giving what is only the first of many Oscar-worthy performances.  


In the middle of this touching little speech, we hear that mysterious announcer chime in that Lauren is just now taking her second vault, I suppose after everyone else has gone.  So not only do they make up their own rotations (UB, FX, BB, VT) but they also just vault willy nilly.  After hearing that, Emily makes up her mind to risk further injury and take her second vault.  Some random coach tries to stop her, but Bitchface Chloe gives him enough bitchface to crack ice, so he lets them both go.  

In the two seconds after Lauren's second vault, awards and flowers have already been handed out, with Kaylie, Payson and Lauren in the top three.  


Emily struts on the floor, and demands that second vault.  Lauren freaks out a bit, and Emily insists on setting her own board this time.  Smart.  Some jazzy tune plays while everyone mulls and gossips over this last minute addition.   


Emily slowly trots up the vault runway, and takes off of the board with form that will surely give her a top score.  


She nails her tucked tsuk, another world class vault, and the crowd goes wild.  Payson and Kaylie suddenly decide that Emily is worth their time. 


Lauren obviously starts to have a meltdown about not being in the top three, and in response, sells out Kaylie for a contract violation of wanting to bone Creepy Carter, hoping it will get her booted from the top.  


Bitch.  After being put on the spot regarding her and that nasty Creepy Carter's whereabouts the previous afternoon, Emily jumps in and says that Kaylie was with her, helping her study her Spring Creek Student homeschooling nonsense.  Coach Marty buys it, and admonishes Lauren for being such a conniving little bitch.  Lauren sprints off to Daddy, and throws another fit.  


The rest of the crew happily leaves the Rock.  Not Daddy Tanner though.  We see him storm into Marty's office, and inform him that he has been busy hiring a private investigator to get some dirt on Emily and the Kmetkos.  The PI didn't give a crap about the Kmetkos, however, but instead seemed pretty interested in Marty.  Daddy does the old "slide over some pictures" move, and despite its cheesiness, it seems to get Marty rather ruffled.  Daddy goes on to explain his demands: he wants Marty to jump ship, along with Lauren and the bottom half of the Rock team, and move over to the Denver team.  That'll teach anyone to ever beat Lauren ever.  He sounds like the Russian Federation of Gymnastics.  

The following day, the remaining Rock kids show up to an empty, dark gym.  Upon hearing that Marty bailed, Payson starts spazzing out.  Despite doing "everything RIGHT," shit didn't work out her way.  That's life, honey.  Deal with it. 


Lauren makes her final appearance, and blames everything on Kaylie and Emily.  More Russian nonsense.  She sashays off, while everyone else just stands there, dumbfounded.  


And thus, we end our very first episode of our very favorite ABC Family masterpiece.  A few things stood out to me:

1.  Emily wasn't such an insufferable bitch.
2.  Payson was kind of an insufferable bitch.  
3.  Daddy Tanner was a lawyer.  Who knew?
4.  There was some good bit part casting, what with Becca, Lauren Zizes and Meth Boss.

My apologies for this being roughly five months late.  I was so busy with work, uninspired, but then I had these past few weeks off due to a timely hip surgery.  And while I am a ways into recovery, I still have way too much time to sit around and do absolutely nothing.  So why not dive into these pics and finish an entry I started back in June?  

Until next time, may your leos be high-cut, and your boards be set correctly. 

Sunday, October 16, 2011

i need to catch up on my strange addiction episodes and your voice has this nasally quality i can only take so much of.


This is just the first of what I'm anticipating will be several AA recap blogs from yours truly.  There is just too much to say for one entry.  I have about 70 pics to post, but for tonight, I'm just going to rant.

Now, be forewarned, I am biased.  I don't think it's appropriate for a 16 year old teenager, or the entire internet, to have a complete meltdown when things don't quite go as planned.  So if this offends your delicate sensibilities, I'd suggest reading something else for awhile.


People are assholes.

I have never read such biased, uneducated nonsense in all my life.  Adults, children, fans, coaches.  Everyone seemed to take a bite of the asshole pie.  It was offensive and EMBARRASSING to the sport of gymnastics. 

A 16 year old beat another 16 year old by a very slight margin.  HOLY FUCKING SHIT.  Now, I know everyone was previously wishing for a close, exciting race, but what I think they meant to say is "I hope it's a close, exciting race, as long as who I like wins.  Or else I will LOSE MY FUCKING MIND!!!" 

It's great to have a rivalry.  It's fun to choose sides.  It's great for the sport for people to get involved, and to get so invested in the results.

It is not cool, however, for people to sit and trash a bunch of teenagers.  To discredit their hard work.  To bitch to whoever will listen that Gymnast X WUZROBBED and that the judges are a bunch of lousy, blind cheats. 

Let's start there.  Now, I know I started with a preface that I was a bit turned off by Vika's temper tantrum on the podium.  Yes, I thought it was inappropriate, and yes, I thought it was immature and tasteless.  That said, about 99% of 16 year olds are inappropriate, immature and tasteless.  I do not see her reaction as being the definition of who she is.  When I think of Viktoria Komova, I won't think "Oh, she's that little brat who had a meltdown on the podium because she lost."  Because I don't think that's what happened.  She was very understandably shocked, disappointed, and upset.  Watching her, and likewise, Jordyn cry was such a refreshing and honest moment.  Girl, get it out.  Let those tears flow.

Disappointment is not, however, a free pass to go all emo and stomp and pout in front of the world.  People will surely counter and ask "Well, how would YOU like it if you were 16 and all the cameras were in your face?!"  To which I reply, that's what elite gymnasts sign up for.  They are very aware that they are performing in front of the world, hence the name World Gymnastics Championships.

So you're disappointed.  You've had a good cry.  Now it's time to pull up your big girl panties and finish the rest of the meet, which YES, does include obligatory handshakes and standing on a medal podium.


Congratulating your opponents certainly is not something that is specific to gymnastics.  Pretty much every sport all over the world offers some sort of post-game "Way to go!" from pee-wee up to the Stanley Cup.  We teach our children that after a game, regardless of result, you shake hands and acknowledge your opponent, because it is, after all, only a game.


No one wants to lose.  Every girl out there has dedicated her entire life to this sport.  A medal does not mean more to one girl than it does to another.  Some of the girls were defending their titles...


And other were expected to take them. 



With the rare exception, this year's field consisted mostly of teenagers.  For years, that dried up old assmunch Bruno Grandi has been grumbling that sixteen is simply too young to be able to handle high level gymnastics.  This year's crop of girls proved that Grandi is still completely insane, and more importantly, wrong.

Except for one.


Despite being nearly a year older than the meet's youngest competitor, Viktoria Komova handled her loss with the maturity and grace of a slender, Soviet Kanye West.  Upon receiving the news of her second place finish, Vika crumpled into tears, stopping only to ignore every other athlete in the building. 

Prior to her score being flashed, when Vika assumed she had won, she did manage to allow Jordyn to touch her knuckles. 


How kind.

Afterwards, however, she could not muster up the courage or class to congratulate the new world champion.  Or anyone else. 


Despite my lofty expectations for young adults to handle themselves with grace even in the throes of loss, I can still cut Vika some slack, up to this point.  The loss is still fresh, she's emotional, she's tired.  I get it.  As I mentioned earlier, this sort of honest reaction if refreshing in a sport full of "I just wanted to try my best, and hit 4-for-4" crap. 

But then she continued her little pity party throughout the rest of the festivities.


She pouted as she marched in.  She pouted as the medalists were announced.  She pouted as she walked onto the medal stand.  She pouted as she received her medal.  She pouted as the anthem played.  She pouted for all of the pictures.  She pouted as she walked off of the medal stand.  Then, she made not one, but two shows of taking off her tainted silver medal.


After pouting and taking it off once, she was asked to put it back on for more pictures, which she pouted throughout.  Finally, she took it off yet again, and finished it off by pouting some more. 


It wasn't cute when Khorkina did it, and it was NOT cute when Komova did it. 

All that said, she's sixteen.  She's a tremendous athlete, and meltdown aside, she will always be respected for being one of the best in the world.

The real shame is not her reaction, but those of the adults in her life.  Her coaches, her mother, and Russian journalists are not sixteen.  I have never in all my years of being a creepy gymnastics freak seen such uneducated, mean-spirited, and offensive responses to a loss.  It wasn't enough to blame the judging, or the current code.  No.  These people, these "adults" felt the need to come out swinging and discredit the winner.  They made it personal.  It's one thing to say "My girl should have won."  It's quite another to say "That girl shouldn't have won."

And the funny thing is, Vika blamed no one but herself.  She didn't come out and blame the judges, or Jordyn.  She acknowledged that she gave it away on beam and floor.  She took responsibility for her own performances, and for that she deserves a good deal of respect.  I wish I could say the same for those around her.

I hope that, in time, the gymnastics community settles the fuck down, accepts and appreciates that our current world champion won her title fair and square.  No controversy, no shenanigans.  Yes, it was a desperately close race, and it could have gone either way.

Such is the thrill of gymnastics, and sports in general.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

you think wonder woman hugs the cheetah before the amazonian smackdown?


I have been meaning to write a million different things regarding Worlds for the past week, but I have been far too drugged up to focus on the computer screen for minutes at a time, let alone write strings of words.  However, one week post-op has left me feeling fine, and with a clear head I can say:

WHAT THE FUDGE? 

Seriously.  Now, I may have been hallucinating on and off, but even in the grip of my hallucination, I was able to understand that the American girls absolutely destroyed the team competition.  From prelims to finals, those six girls (yes, six.  #teamannali) annihilated every other country on the planet.  With a 100% hit record, I thought it was pretty obvious that the best team won.  For once, we had a drama-free competition where the champions won because they were the best, not because of meltdowns or shady scoring. 

Despite such a great competition, somehow the internet still managed to explode with people who lost their minds. 

To be fair, the insanity started well before the competition, with the untimely leg-busting from Alicia Sacramone.  Sigh.  It just shouldn't have happened.  What else is there to say?  Apparently, a whole lot, because the gym world lost its marbles.  I do not like Martha Karolyi.  I do not support Martha Karolyi.  I think the selection procedures are out of whack, and are the direct cause of many injuries.  Her system is outdated, and if not for a seemingly bottomless pool of depth, USAG would be so very screwed. 

That said, I don't think Martha is evil.  I don't think she wakes up every morning, and asks herself "Hmmm.  How can I destroy a little girl's dreams today?"  Rumor ran rampant in the days following Alicia's injury, where nameless sources claimed Martha, upon seeing Alicia crumple on the floor, told her she hated her, and to stop acting like a baby.  They claim that Martha said, verbatim, "I hate you."

A couple of things here.  I can't understand what Martha says, ever.  I don't understand how she has been in the country for 30 years and still manages to speak with the thickest accent imaginable.  Despite that, we're to believe that our unnamed source was able to not only hear Martha, but able to decipher what she said during the intense moments following Alicia's injury.  I don't buy it. 

But I get it, it's fun to hate on Martha.  Certain gymnastics communities are calling for Martha's head, all but predicting her impending arrest, and subsequent burning down of the ranch.  I wish I could say I was being funny and facetious, but I'm not.  They really believe that the police are coming to Tokyo to get Martha, and will award the defunct ranch to the members of the gymnastics community.  Whatever.

I can't pretend to know how selection works, especially when it comes to lineups and such.  What I do know is Anna Li got fucked.  And I'm not happy about it.  It's not surprising, however, that despite bending over and taking it from Martha, Anna composed herself in the classiest way possible.  Seriously, I can't get over how composed this girl has been, and how well she has handled herself.  The effect she has had over Gabby Douglas alone is immeasurable. 

I am thrilled that Anna was on the podium, and accepted HER medal.  I think Alicia being kept on the team was... weird, but if USAG wants to give her a medal, then that's great.  Sac has busted her ass for this country, so it's the least they could do.  However, I desperately hope that they give the "extra" 7th medal to Alicia, and allow Anna to keep hers.  I imagine Sac doesn't give a crap about which medal she gets. 

Despite the lack of Anna, prelims were AMAZING.  Gabby freaking Douglas, 5th place AA!  I totally thought that was the drugs, but nope, that was real life.  In real life, all 5 girls nailed the shit out of the AA.  Unbelievable. 


What a weird meet though.  I can't accept that only ONE medalist from 2010 has the chance to win another medal.  No Porgras, no Tweddle, no Mitchell?  Again, this is real life. 

The all around competition is in roughly seven hours.  Words cannot describe how pumped I am.  For the first time in a long while, we have two super legit contenders for the gold.  Komova destroyed prelims, beating an off Wieber with "only" a DTY.  I am so endlessly happy that Vika has not chucked that Amanar.  I can only pray that she does not choose to do so tonight, because I fear for her life/knee if she does.  Russia doesn't really have the best track record when it comes to chucking.  After her meltdown in TF, I would hope that the team realizes that she's not physically ready for this vault.  And she's already proven that she can do well without it.

This fact has been another source of internet insanity.  The entire gymnastics world loves Komova, as well they should.  She embodies everything beautiful and lovely about the sport.  Her first place qualification gave fuel to artistry trolls all over the world.  Yes, she was amazing, and she had the meet of her life. 

What people don't seem to understand is that while Komova had the meet of her life, Wieber had a few small misses.  Misses that she already took care of in team finals.  In order to win, Komova will have to repeat her perfect meet, while Jordyn really only needs to fix up a few things.  Also, team finals showed us that Vika is certainly not invincible.  As of right now, I give the edge to Jordyn. 

The same people who belittle Jordyn because she's just not Soviet are in arms because John Geddert has the audacity to post openly on his private blog.  He accurately pointed out that despite being touched by her coach, the judges decided not to deduct for it.  He called out the judges.  Given the reaction on the internet, you'd think that he called up Komova personally and called her fat.  How dare he say anything about Russia at all, seeing as how his team wiped up the floor with theirs.  He's just keeping it real.  I have a hard time imagining that any of the actual Russians would be half as butthurt as some of the Russian fans. 


The Russian loss has really brought out the soreness in the gymnastics community.  Yes, Vika is clearly operating at a fraction of her potential, and yes, Demy is sick with a seemingly life-threatening 103 fever.  Yes, Mustafina busted her ACL seven months ago.  None of that changes that fact that the Americans hit every single routine they put out there.  People are desperate to rationalize such an extraordinary win. 

I don't understand how, as fans of gymnastics, people can't appreciate that this meet was won with hit routines.  It was not won by who fell the least, or who was able to chuck the most.  Is this not what we have been begging for for years?

We can only hope for the same level of greatness for the AA.  As long as the scores are fair and the Amanars are not chucked, I will be happy with whoever comes out on top. 

That said, #teamwieber