I went to my first synchronized swimming event this evening.
I know nothing about the sport except that it requires holding your breath a long time.
What I noticed right away was that the pool was deep.
Over thirteen feet deep.
It didn't look too deep until I looked in. The surface of the water was glassy and the dark blue color seemed endless. I swear the mast from a sunken ship became visible but the lady next to me said it was just a reflection. (I still think it was a ship).
Anyway the water was super deep and the swimmers jumped in like it was nothing.
I kept counting heads to make sure they all came up each time. One time a large gnarled tentacle reached up but the girl was able to wrestle it off to the theme song from "Rocky"
I was forced to entirely make up the rules for synchronized swimming in my head.
"hmmm... that was a nice one. Little too much flair from red toenail girl, though. That'll cost her a point."
"oh, nice double shopping cart push with a half smile."
"That's called a flipper roll. Classic. Sometimes the basics are the best."
"You see here where she initiated the sushi roll but ended with a vodka splash. Surprise ending. This is what it is all about, people."
"Outstanding double handshake. ooooh. that triple nose gurgle is going to hurt, though."
At the end of the event, the entire team jumped in the pool for the grand finale. They formed themselves into a giant submarine and took one of the spectators for a ride.
When they resurfaced he was missing. (If you see him, he is wearing an orange t-shirt and green shorts with palm trees on them.)
They say they'll find him one day.... but I wouldn't hold my breath.