One Man, A Set Of Rings, And A Dream...



This is what the Olympics looked like in the 1950s.



I was watching men's gymnastics a couple of nights ago and, I'll say it again, it's amazing what these people can do with the human body.  Take the rings, for example.  These guys can hold their bodies at crazy angles for a long time and then slowly transition to another crazy angle.  Then they whip around for a few seconds, kind of like they are having a seizure, before slamming on the brakes and stopping in yet another angle that seems simultaneously impressive and painful. 

Of course, the first thing you notice after their dismount is their muscles.  Their entire upper torso is muscle.  They look like a giant inverted triangle with arms and legs (some also have a head and neck, but only the less muscular ones).  When I was a kid I remember being on the rings and doing pretty good for a little guy.  I guess my decision to move on to other sports is why I eventually evolved into an adult human being and not a muscular geometric shape.

That's what makes the accomplishment of Bernard "Beanie" Campbell of Speaker City that much more impressive.  He wasn't a floor tumbling, vault exploding gymnastic terminator who was fighting for an entire country.  But he was a regular guy fighting for his grown man frat house.  Click Here To See His Contribution To The Rings.