Sometimes events occur that force you to completely change the way you view something, or someone.

Today, one such event occurred.

I thought I knew all I needed to know about the man they call Sean Combs Puff Daddy Puffy P. Diddy Diddy.  I mean, who can forget his Oscar-worthy performance in Get Him to the Greek?  Certainly not I.

But if I told you I had Diddy figured out before today, I’d be a dirty, filthy liar.

Somehow, as a result of good luck / chance / the grace of God, I stumbled upon this today:

How have I not seen this before?

I mean, I think know it’s fake, but there are some things about this video that are utterly amazing.

(1) The Approach

First of all, his white-on-white-on-white get-up is PHENOMENAL.  Second, I can tell by this running start that he’s all business.

What an athlete.

The best part about his approach is when the crowd starts to anticipate what is about to happen next. It’s as if they know what is about to happen, but also can’t believe it’s about to happen at the exact same time.

(2) The Execution

Flawless plant.  Ready for liftoff.

OHHHHHHH

MYYYYYY

LORRRRDDDDDDD

$%^&*^#!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Perfect form.  Parallel to the bull.  Arm perpendicular to the ground.

Uh oh. This can’t be normal.

Nothing to fear. Diddy obviously just crushes the landing. A la Mary Lou Retton!

Not even a smudge of dirt on the all whites. Classic Diddy.

(I want that shirt.)

(3) The Exit

What. A. BOSS.

Channeling his inner Kobe with that ‘intensity’ face.

(I still want that shirt.)

Now I just want a Ciroc.

Play on, Diddy. Play on.