My family is pommel-horse deep into the Olympics—that biennial period of time where we cheer passionately for a gymnast named Steve Nedoroscik two-and-a-half minutes after learning who he is, wake up at 7:00 AM on a weekend to watch water polo, and are conversationally adept about dressage and the modern pentathlon1.
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