So this is what it’s like to watch porn…
An hour or so ago, Tim sent me the technological equivalent of a “Hey Peterman! Turn it to channel 9!” via text message, informing me that ESPN2 was playing the World Juggling Federation championships.
If you had been lucky enough to be in the non-descript satellite-installation van that always seems to be parked outside my house, you’d have been hearing the unmistakable sounds of a male human enjoying porn on the TV. I’m talking “Mmmm,” “Oh yeah, that’s nice,” “Yeah… Do that again…”, “Oh my lord!” and the sound of biting my nuckle out of sheer exquisite amazement.
In my limited experience with what normal people call porn, I never really understood the way people react. Now, though, I do. Pink, supple flesh shining in bad studio lighting doesn’t do much for me, but show me a 15-year-old transitioning from 5-club flats to quads gets my interest quite peaked.
Not to mention seeing Vova Galchenko doing 7 clubs. What made that even greater is that the guy right before him ended his routine by pretending he was going to do 7, making the crowd laugh. I bet seeing Vova come out and do it will put a damper on his little joke in the future.
The only downside of this porn experience is that I don’t know whether to buy more clubs, or to just throw away the ones I have. I can’t even do most of those tricks with 3, let alone be able to even juggle 4 or more.