Some records get broken by fractions. A hundredth of a second here, an inch there. And then there's the record that got broken on a lake in Switzerland this week, where three men jumped off a platform onto a giant inflated airbag and launched a fourth man 92 feet into the sky. That's a height that would make an NFL punter blush.

If you've never seen blobbing, let me paint you the picture. You take a massive air cushion, the blob, float it on a lake, park one brave soul on the far end, then drop somebody onto the other end from height. Physics does the rest. The guy on the end goes flying like a cork out of a champagne bottle and everybody on the shore screams. It's the lake game summer camp counselors have been running for decades, except these fellas in Switzerland took it somewhere the camp crowd never dreamed of.

Ninety-two feet. Sit with that for a second. That's roughly a seven- or eight-story building. Reggie Jackson hit a mammoth shot in the '71 All-Star Game at Tiger Stadium, and I'd wager this guy got higher off that blob than Mr. October's ball traveled in a lot of folks' memories. The timing is everything, too. Three jumpers hitting the bag in sequence, transferring all that energy down the cushion to one launch point. Miss the timing by a beat and the poor soul on the end gets a gentle hop instead of a moonshot.

What I love about a story like this is that it's pure sport in the oldest sense. No draft combine, no analytics department, no contract squabbles. Just guys, a lake, a big bag of air, and the shared understanding that somebody was going to fly. It's the same spirit that drove folks to see who could throw a stone farthest across a pond a couple hundred years ago. The equipment changes. The itch doesn't.

I've spent forty years telling you the modern game respects its history, and I mean it. But records like this one remind you that history is still being written in places nobody's keeping a scorebook. Somewhere right now there's a kid on a summer camp dock eyeing that airbag and doing the math in his head. The Swiss crew just raised the bar to 92 feet, and you can bet somebody's already planning the jump that beats it.

If the record gets certified, the internet will gawk at it, and by next August some maniacs on another lake will try to top it anyway. That's how records are supposed to work. Whoever those three jumpers were, they did their jobs, and the guy who went up better have come down with one heck of a story for the grandkids.