Just as I was about to scoot out the door at the crack of dawn this morning a news alert caught my attention.
“Is Michael Phelps a competing athlete at the Olympics or being booked,” the TV anchor quipped with an impish grin on his face.
“Next up after the commercial break,” he assured viewers at home (who were obviously now all ears and waiting anxiously for the update to zip back over the wire from overseas).
Of course, the news bite piqued my curiosity, so I was inclined to plunk myself down in an armchair to wait for the item to be broadcast a short while later as promised.
Did Phelps get busted for a D.U.I. while cruising the cobbled streets of quaint old London Town across the big pond - or - was he caught toking once again on his beloved “bong”?
As it turns out the juicy tidbit of gossip was just a coy tease delivered up cunningly from the news team to delight and entertain audiences (boost ratings?) as they munched on their toasted muffins and sipped on cups of piping hot java before heading off to the office.
As it turns out the news anchors were referring to a earthy slip-shod photo of the Olympic Gold Medalist that was quickly whipped up in the dorm to affix to his Official Olympic badge so that the studly swimmer could easily identify himself to security at the gates of the grounds during his stint overseas.
The disheveled “look” sported by Phelps in the postage-sized photo was raising eyebrows, for obvious reasons, I daresay. The unsmiling bearded (mustachioed) Phelps was sporting a helter-skelter-style messy “do” that reminded one more of the image of a poet – or, at best - a sleepy-eyed dreamer (pot head?).
Another newsie pointed out that (like passport photos) two stipulated requirements were met: that the subject remain straight-faced without smiling as the photographer snapped the still against a standard plain white background.
Uh-huh!
When you consider that Phelps fessed up that he had just awakened from a nap just before the shot was taken, it's understandable that it would end up looking like a mug shot.
“Couldn’t he have at least brushed his hair,” one anchor lamented, as he wrinkled up his nose in disgust.
Yeah, it could be described as a bit of a wild haystack, you betcha.
Frankly, I like that rough-and-tumble just out-of-bed look.
Wouldn’t mind waking up to it, in fact.
Sexy!
You go – um – boy!
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