The other day, I was watching the United States’ beach volleyball tandem of Phil Dalhausser and Todd Rogers dismantle yet another hapless opponent.  The victim happened to be a team from the country of Georgia, formerly a division of USSR, Inc. and currently in a whammy-kablammy conflict with Russia.  (Insert your own “no, not THAT Georgia” joke here.)  It wasn’t much of a match, as Dalhausser is approximately twelve feet tall and uses his eight-mile wingspan to block the pathetic spike attempts of mere mortals, but it was notable for two reasons: first, the victory put the United States into the gold medal game, where they defeated Brazil to win the whole kit and caboodle (and give the U.S. the beach sweep, as the U.S. women won gold a day earlier); second, the names of the pair from Georgia … well, take a look for yourself.