He did it. Finally. Oppa said, “Oppa.” I cried a little and I am not ashamed to admit it.
(Also cried since the election results blocked the lower part of his face. Damn them.)
His approach was perfect – a little pink and tipsy from soju earned him extra points from the American judge. France believed his lips forming the “O” should get him a spot in the Oppa-lium Hall of Fame, and I agree. Taiwan liked the crinkly smile as dismount. The female South Korean judge – pictured last – is the only one who matters. Unfortunately her face tells me he failed, poor thing.