WIth the recent news about Michael Phelps’ “drug problem”, I can’t help but wonder what the big deal is?
Let’s breath, America.
What bothers me is the amount of Americans that saw a problem with Phelps hitting the bong.The guy is on Wheaties boxes and was hailed as the greatest olympian of my generation. Maybe the problem is us. We can’t continue to elevate the status of an athlete. It’s getting out of control. When watching Entertainment Tonight, I shouldn’t have to be informed on who Tony Romo is going out on a date with.
I’m not saying it was a good decision by Phelps to publicly smoke marajuana. It was an awful, embarrassing act that shouldn’t have happened. Phelps should have known that with the technology of camara and video phones, anything can be recorded at anytime.
“And think of all the children that looked up to him,” a hypocrite/parent might ask.
Oh, the children. It always comes back to the children. The same children that listen to Lil’ Wayne and play three hours of Grand Theft Auto every night while dad is in the garage with Mary Jane? Don’t forget the flack Phelps is taking comes directly from the generation that bought a dime bag for an actual dime, then listened to Pink Floyd (preferably in that general order).
The man apologized, so move on. He didn’t kill dogs; he didn’t shoot himself; he didn’t make it rain. He smoked marijuana.
Again, let’s take a deep breath and exhale.