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I was flipping around the channels last night. I came to one of the HD channels I have. The channel was broadcasting a show on old Olympic highlights. This one in particular was from the 1976 Montreal games. I wasn't really interested in watching the show but I stopped for a few minutes to laugh at the stuff the athletes were wearing back then. First they showed Women's Handball, then Men's Volleyball. They all seemed to end in group hugs. Then to my horror they cut to a scene where a male athlete is getting a massage. Not sure why this was important to show as part of the olympic experience, but never the less not too bad, just not something I want to see. Well it gets worse. They pull back from the close up of his shoulders being rubbed down to show he is completely naked on the table. No towel, nothing. Luckily I don't see his giblets because he is at least face down. But it gets better or I should say it gets worse. The creepy, overweight, old dude rubbing him down with some unidentified creamy white substance doesn't have his shirt on. I'm like what the hell is up with that. Why is that guy not wearing clothes either? I know it's written somewhere but man law says you are to never touch a naked man's ass with your hand. Well the creepy old dude was going to town rubbing the cream into the other man's buttocks. If I had had alcohol in my house I would have drank it all last night just to get that image out of my head. All I can say is Montreal in 1976 must have been a strange place to be.
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