My beautiful, talented, superlative-in-every-way wife is a former gymnast. Twenty-plus years and two children later, it still shows. Now, as some of you can attest, I am, to put it mildly, absolutely wild about her. I would love her madly in any case. However, the fact that all her awesomeness comes neatly packaged atop a pair of truly spectacular legs is certainly a delight.
Watching Olympic gymnastics is mandatory in our house. I have little doubt that, had we the time and means, we would be there now. We don't, though, so television it is.
Even so, it would be difficult for the average, red-blooded, male-type person to watch these lithe beauties perform without... well... a question in mind. Allow me to settle that now.
The answer is yes.
Yes, they are.