no perfect tens for nothing

Fellow Martians,

Men's and women's Gymnastics is like some kind of strange, secret ritual, largely conducted and kept behind closed doors.
An arcane game peopled, as it is, by frighteningly driven folk and weird, kooky aficionados, who all know that nobody remembers who came second.
Maybe that's why they only allow it to be shown on the television once every four years.
And the intricate complexity of it all, the myriad of technicalities, and the chaotic scoring system almost defies the imagination.
That's why they have long-experienced highly-qualified judges and stewards who lay down the law and do their job very well, but over the course of a six-hour day on the judgin' bench, can't help but show their humanity, and play favourites.
Don't get me wrong, it's not as if it's not good to watch.
Most people know and enjoy when they see excellence.
The sheer strength, skill, agility, poise and grace required to do it certainly makes for a brilliant spectacle.
But, I don't need to watch anymore, for I am fortunate to be old enough to have seen in real time, perfection - Nadia Comăneci.
Find myself asking -- why do they carry on, when nothing more can be achieved?
They don't hand out perfect tens for nothing.