His name is Trey Hardee (‘hard’ *snigger*) and is off-of America and this weekend he walked, hopped, skipped and jumped away with the decathlon gold medal at the World Track and Field Championships in Berlin. Which makes him like officially the *enters echo chamber* greatest athlete in the world! *exits echo chamber* Which is like, hooray!
The only fly in the oinkment as far as we can see (and we’re good at overlooking flies, even in oinkment, so it may not be a dealbreaker) is he seems a little on the simple side. On his Twitter profile he lists his loves as ‘oatmeal, naps, his dog Dignan, pole vaulting, water, the internet, ATX, and the purity of track and field’. Spooky! Us too! Especially the purity thing.
Oh, and Jesus. Love the guy. Couldn’t live without him. Phone him almost every three minutes.
Triple jump the jump to see pics of him in Speedos, with VPL and with legs akimbo…