DEJA VU. Saturday evening, I'm changing channels from the men's tournament to the women's tournament, and preceding the late game is the medal ceremony from some gymnastics performance in Moscow, with the medalists and the anthems in Olympic fashion. Never mind those Russian tricolors the spectators are waving; I cannot hear what I still think of as Soyuz nerushimiy without recollections of those politically correct 8.2s from the Soviet judge.

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