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One of the saddest things I've ever seen, in a way, was when I went to see a college women's gymnastic meet back when I was in school. Sure, it was an auditorium full of people doing something that they presumably enjoyed doing, so it wasn't exactly torture, but every performer in the room knew that she was five to ten years too old, an arbitrary number of pounds too heavy, and in most cases breast reduction surgery away from even _dreaming_ about high-end competition.
(Of course, I went because I was a horndog who got to watch attractive girls in skimpy leotards bouncing around for my enjoyment.)
It's a sport where you're essentially retired once you reach your upper teens. What's up with that? At least figure skating has a bunch of ice shows as a Senior Tour of sorts for the A- and B-listers.
As for basketball, I dislike the sport as a general rule, and have a permanent black mark on Olympic basketball as being the Trojan Horse that erased the notion of Olympian == amateur, so I draw a tiny bit of pleasure from the ass-stomping Puerto Rico delivered. Since the Dream Team came about because American's collegians had the audacity to actually lose a game, now who will we send in? The Globetrotters?
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