Thank
God for Ryan Lochte. I’m serious. I was all ready to sign off on the feel-good
images and stories being peddled by NBC.
You know, how it’s more important to stop and help up the runner who’s
fallen than to win the race, unless you’re Michael Phelps or Usain Bolt, in
which case it’s all about the winning.
And
along come Lochte and his three drinking buddies. Lochte claimed the group was mugged in the
wee hours of Sunday morning. Only now it
appears that pee had something to do with the events of wee. There’s now strong evidence of Lochte et al acting
like drunken clowns, one or more of whom did a number on a gas station
bathroom. The gun that Lochte referred
to in his story belonged to a security guard who happened on the scene. Oops.
As
my friend Forrest says, stupid is as stupid does. Ryan Lochte most likely has drunk and lied
his way out of who knows how many lucrative endorsement deals. God may not punish the wicked, but fools are
another story.
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