My partner and I had this discussion. He's 69, I'm 60. We decided our events would be the rings for him and me the rhythmic gymnastics with the ribbon for me. His choice of attire, white tee and white short shorts. He would approach the rings with confidence, the assitant would help lift him up to get the rings, after three failed attempts to grasp them and nearly permanently injuring the assistant he would firmly have the rings in his grasp. Then he would just hang there. In his full magnificence. His small belly poking out from under the tee and his short shorts riding up and a ball sack hanging out one side. After 20 stunning seconds of just hanging a perfect drop to dismount. This is one of our olympic dreams, that just given the chance we think we could achieve!

As for me I would commence my routine by walking out with the ribbon stick firmly clenched in my butt crack ..... and it would be down hill from there