Alright, you lot, listen up. I’m the guy who’s been dissecting gymnastics routines while you’re still figuring out if the roulette wheel’s rigged. I live for the beam, the bars, the floor—every twist, every landing. And yeah, I’m here to talk betting, but not your lazy "pick the favorite" nonsense. Gymnastics is chaos dressed up as elegance, and if you’re not paying attention, you’ll miss the upset that flips the odds upside down. I’ve got my eye on the underdogs, the ones who stick the landing when the pressure’s choking everyone else. Last Worlds, I called that bronze nobody saw coming—cashed out while the bookies were still scratching their heads. Stick around, and I might just drop a hint on who’s about to defy gravity and the spread. Or don’t—keep throwing your money at the obvious and watch it tumble. Your call.