For better or worse, Sprint is shot like a reality show. There’s an overflow of competitiveness, confidence, and consequently, drama. The jabs are subtle (except when they’re coming from the Americans, who are the most entertaining of the bunch) but they’re largely felt, which counts in a sport that requires a surprising amount of mental fortitude. This naturally makes for great entertainment, but the unfortunate result is a neglect of technical aspects of the game. There’s no scientific breakdown of historical background, which one think would fit somewhere in the six episodes, but it is an insightful account of the inside lives of such colorful characters.

The USA players, easily.