Roger and Stan have won the gold medal in men's doubles. They also win the gold for most hilarious, dorky, slightly gay celebration:
Seriously. Their foreplay needs more imagination. Is Fed role playing? "I'll be the medic, you be the wounded soldier."
Congratulations to both but in particular Roger. He needed this, he wanted this, and he appreciated this:
Gosh darn it! I think Losing-all-the-time-Fed has worn down my animosity and now I actually want him to win (at least get to SFs, not titles necessarily). It's a weird, strange, unfamiliar feeling that makes me feel like less of a person (if that's possible).
In the bronze medal match, the Brothers Bryan beat Clement/Llodra. Suck on that, France!
