The Broadway Tunnel does that thing that all the Chinese gymnasts kill us with.  You know, the dancing with the ribbon, which one supposes is called ribbon dancing.  How is it that ribbon dancing became an Olympic sport?  For crissakes, I have seen Olympic officials and none of them—none of them—are little girls who have pink bedrooms filled with unicorn-themed bedding and Carebears.  Let us presume these uber-filles and Maoists are the only ones who know what’s at stake in the matter and leave it at that.