the Strayan Captain and the Marathon sex Session

Voyuers,

What's not to love about Anna Meares, the Strayan Captain and Flag Bearer?
She's old, tired, heavy in the legs and yet she still manages to win bronze! bronze for Straya! bronze!
To add to her already mightily impressive trophy cabinet
Four consecutive Olympic Games appearances is a grand achievement in anyone's language, all the more so in the super-competitive game of cycling.
They might as well have invented the derny just for her.
And she admits she didn't have to do Rio, she just wanted to, because she knew she could.
And despite her being famous from sea-to-shining-sea, she remains the epitome of humbleness, blessed that she was able to do it all, and proud to win for her country, not just for her alone.
Plus, while the shot putters and discus throwers would give her a run for her money, dear Anna must have the biggest bargearse in all the Strayan team.
Those big legs, those tight skirts -- just drive me right outta of my mind.

Speaking of which, ever since Melbourne invented the Athlete's Village back in '56 there's been all sorts of unspeakable hanky-panky going on in there.
Believe it.
The combination of adrenalin, testosterone, estrogen, booze, cocktails of powerful pharmaceuticals, and plenty of time on their hands, is bound to produce wild and crazy scenes beyond the imagination.
Did like the story of the Brazilian women's synchronised diving duo finding themselves in an acrimonious split over one of them, Ingrid Oliveiram, being involved in a "marathon sex session" with a male Brazilian canoeist.
The other one, Giovanna Pedroso - obviously insanely jealous of the other [according to the local gossip columns] - just couldn't handle it as she was told in no uncertain terms to leave their share room so Ingrid could get jiggy with it with Pedro Goncalves.
At least the rooter/rootee offenders kept it orderly and "in-house", and there was no cross-border fertilisation.
Hero's, both of them, in the Rio press.
The biggest scandal for mine, was that all this whoopee and living the dream happened the night before the pair were due to compete.
Outrageous.
Still, that never stopped Bob Beamon jumping out of his skin to the tune of 29ft 2½in back in '68 in Mexico City.
Needless to say with one of the girls on the work bench all night, and the other one as miffed as; they came stone motherless last in the synchronised 10m platform final.
Gold.