Free Sport    "What does your heart tell you?" asks Shmi
Skywalker.  "I hope so. Yes. I guess," a young Anakin replies—an
answer that seems applicable to our dilemma as well.  Jar Jar
Binks. Hayden Christensen. Computer-animated Yoda. George Lucas'
film direction ("Louder! Faster!"). There is much in the prequel
trilogy to be discouraged about. And while the experience of re-
watching the prequels will never be as easy as shooting womp
rats in Beggar's Canyon, there is indeed a new hope for those of
us who find ourselves powerless against the giant tractor beam
that is the prequel trilogy: we may achieve a more enlightened
appreciation through the practice of Star Wars Yoga.
"Eventually you get all the Jedi benefits without the endless
intergalactic travel," Yoga Master Matthew Latkiewicz tells me
over coffee in a nearby Valley cafe that, suspiciously, looks
nothing like the Cantina Bar in Mos Eisley. "Eventually you will
be able to calm your stress with the prequels," he promises.  I
am taken aback by his bo