Any man who has sat at track meets in the company of women of a certain stripe - and I sincerely believe this stripe represents the majority - will shed a tear for poor (i.e. poorly endowed) Leshawn. They swear for Asafa, no matter how often he falters in the clutch, just as their British sisters and the tabloids used to rave over Linford Christie's 'breadbox' back in the day.
While the press has not yet reached the point where they highlight runners at the opposite end of the spectrum, that day may not be far off. In any event, the men out there know full well that they are being weighed in the balance and often found wanting. What is a less-than-gifted modern-day male athlete to do? Put a sock in it? Don boxing trunks?
Any suggestions?
While the press has not yet reached the point where they highlight runners at the opposite end of the spectrum, that day may not be far off. In any event, the men out there know full well that they are being weighed in the balance and often found wanting. What is a less-than-gifted modern-day male athlete to do? Put a sock in it? Don boxing trunks?
Any suggestions?
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