Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. Gregorio just found out that the Olympics are over — and he is not taking the news very well at all. Where will he get his daily dose of hot musclebound babes? Why, like so many other men in Greg's life, must they come and then leave so soon? All he can do right now is writhe around in anguish, mourning the memory of so much Olympic lust. And, assuming you're in a similar state, we think it best to give you some privacy at this hard time. Because it looks like Greg really just needs to (get in) touch (with) himself to work through all this emotion. Perhaps we should all do the same.