Athletes are a superstitious bunch. Play the game--any game-- long enough and you will either develop something or at least meet someone that does something kind of weird/crazy in order to ensure a good game is coming.
Why on earth would we do this? The answer is easy. No matter how much you train or how much you practice you can still lose. You can be the best person on the court/field/track/diamond/pitch and still lose--just because. At the same time, it can be the littlest thing (like the confidence that comes from a lucky charm) that makes the difference between coming in first or being the first loser.
And no one wants the Silver. You take it; but you don't want it.
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Lolo Jones Is Our Personal Favorite for the Olympic Sextastic Gold
No sex, no drugs, no wine, no women, no fun, no sin, no you no wonder it's dark...
Since the end of the steroid era in women's Olympic games, the girls have become noticeably hotter, even if still ripped and perhaps enhancing on other types of performance enhancers. This ain't your daddy's Olympics anymore with East German bulkheads in skin tight pleather.
And, since this is the time to be picking favorites, we're picking Lolo Jones, the hottie virgin hurdler who stretches her legs like a far more experienced lady. Oh, the many ways in which I'd like her to beat me senseless with her inner thighs.
Lolo competed over the weekend in the final warmups to the Olympics, at a competition in France where she flexed her muscular frame, still feminine before and after events, in between mighty athletic grunting. And those super snug Spandex shorts. Just heavenly. Or, Olympian. Enjoy.
OH, LOLO, YOU ARE AS PURE AND AS HOT AS THE DRIVEN SNOW, FOR NOW