Little time for Microkhan-ing between now and the weekend, as the Golden Horde is in the midst of packing up its yurts for points not-too-far-afield. After seven years in the blessed Paradise known as Atlah, we’re moving across the East River to a land with a slightly Brave New World-ish name. Always bittersweet to move, but looking forward to at least one fantastic perk: Henceforth, I will be writing in my own private throne room, rather than on the floor of Microkhan Jr.’s chamber.
Hope to get back at y’all sooner rather than later. For now, though, watch the above to learn a bit more about how the Soviet Union managed to so thoroughly dominate the sport of hammer throwing for the better part of the Cold War. As far as I can tell, it was all about balletic footwork, practiced by men just a shade smaller than grizzlies.