Much has been made of how much Jonathan Groff sweats and spits on stage. 

While endlessly memeable, revisiting Just in Time with Jeremy Jordan made me realize the upside to Groff’s visible endurance, depending on the role.

The volume of moisture excreted is obviously not a precise barometer of struggle, but Jeremy Jordan has an air of natural effortlessness that fails to convey the physical — and, ultimately, fatal — toll that Bobby Darin’s love of performance exacted on his body, and his mortal coil. 

But Tsunami Groff is a constant visual reminder of corporeal drain, overcome only by his overwhelmingly-palpable joy derived from entertaining audiences still shinning through.