My family gets excited when the Olympics come around every two years. We pile onto the couch to watch the opening ceremonies, ooh-ing and ahh-ing over the amazing displays of pageantry and patriotism. There’s always a spirited debate about which country has the best team uniform (“Too flashy!” “Too boring!” “Too many sequins!”). When the Games themselves start, our attention turns to the incredible feats of strength and speed; we marvel at the agility and grace of the human form.