Do Me A Favor, Lay Off Phelps

There is only so much more ground to cover before this thing gets ugly: we know he has ADHD; we know he likes chocolate chip pancakes; and we know he likes to listen to hip hop on his iPod. Those are all nice little side tidbits and were fairly entertaining stories.

The problem is that now that the races are over and the big name of the Olympics has pretty much spilled his guts, the dirt digging will inevitably start. It's only a matter of time before attention starved reporters and media programmers will start looking to see if they can find a scandal. Scandals get attention and this kid just won more gold medals than anybody ever (will).

Is he on steroids? Does he snort that ADHD shit to get a boost? Did he get hammered after winning 8 gold medals in China?

Who knows? Who cares? Just do us a favor and don't blow this one. We are all too exhausted to deal with another stupid scandal. Just let everyone enjoy it.

For once, it was fun to be American again. I got goosebumps watching the final race in a bar where the place was literally packed full of men and women of all ages, donning American flags, and cheering at the top of their lungs... for a swimming race. One dude actually tried to start a "USA" chant, which thankfully didn't take. But still, it was a memory that I didn't expect to really care about, and it was awesome.

Who knew that kind of interest still existed for the Olympics, for sports, or for the mother land in general? I didn't, but it was damn fun to see it again. So guess what? The kid is 23. If he goes out, gets drunk, blacks out, and goes streaking; so be it. Quite frankly, he deserves it. And so do we.