I can take pinky's Canadian ladies obsession. I can handle bossman's random collection of Germans. I've even managed to (just!) get over Czisny clearly rigging the vote to get into the hall of fame. But Bobrova?? Where is the heartbreak, where is the drama, the highs and the lows, where is the HOTNESS, where are the occasionally inspiring moments that make you think she could be something great?? (A marginal reduction in the amount her back hunches and a slightly less boring music choice does not count, soz).
We must have standards! This is not a free for all!
*I reserve the right to rescind this flounce if she either a) misses the Worlds team next year, which given Russian ice dance would be truly trainwreck, and b) uses her instagram to provide us with shirtless pictures of the future husband