Michael Phelps and a bong? Is there any truth to this?

I just don't get it. How can a guy just risk all those massive amounts of money going down the drain for a moment of getting high and just hoping no one has a camera at the ready? If I was on the front every other cereal box in aisle three and I wanted to get high, I'd haul ass to the nearest grocery instead of reaching for my bong. After the last two Olympics, everyone goes around thinking Phelps is a god and then after the following Novembers, everyone thinks the opposite- Phelps is a dog! A big, dumb, friendly dog that just happens to swim fast. Now let's all give him a collective slap on the nose and tell him to go the doghouse in America's backyard. And he calls Lochte "Doggy"! I look forward to November circa 2012 when we will learn Mikey (Sharky?) enjoyed the services of a prostitute. Then he'll enjoy publicity of different Spitz(er)ian proportions. From this thread, I have also coined a new term... "phelpsapologist" ... dictionary definition: a doctor that specializes in making you physically, mentally, and, most especially, morally fishy! "Want to be an Olympic swimmer someday, Billy? But you're only gonna be 5'2? no problem! Go to your Uncle Bryan, he's a world-renowned phelpsapologist! He'll fix you up in no time flat." Gah. I still want to be Michael Phelp's next-door neighbor. He's got FOURTEEN gold medals... and he's over NINE THOUSAND!!! He is awesome.

I just don't get it. How can a guy just risk all those massive amounts of money going down the drain for a moment of getting high and just hoping no one has a camera at the ready? If I was on the front every other cereal box in aisle three and I wanted to get high, I'd haul ass to the nearest grocery instead of reaching for my bong. After the last two Olympics, everyone goes around thinking Phelps is a god and then after the following Novembers, everyone thinks the opposite- Phelps is a dog! A big, dumb, friendly dog that just happens to swim fast. Now let's all give him a collective slap on the nose and tell him to go the doghouse in America's backyard. And he calls Lochte "Doggy"! I look forward to November circa 2012 when we will learn Mikey (Sharky?) enjoyed the services of a prostitute. Then he'll enjoy publicity of different Spitz(er)ian proportions. From this thread, I have also coined a new term... "phelpsapologist" ... dictionary definition: a doctor that specializes in making you physically, mentally, and, most especially, morally fishy! "Want to be an Olympic swimmer someday, Billy? But you're only gonna be 5'2? no problem! Go to your Uncle Bryan, he's a world-renowned phelpsapologist! He'll fix you up in no time flat." Gah. I still want to be Michael Phelp's next-door neighbor. He's got FOURTEEN gold medals... and he's over NINE THOUSAND!!! He is awesome.