I saw updates again today about Michael Phelps. The problem is, I couldn’t be less interested.
If you’ve read this blog, you realize by now that I’m not a big sports fan. I admire athlete’s discipline and acknowledge their dedication. But save rare exceptions, I don’t look to them as role models, sources of inspiration, fonts of wisdom or for self-improvement tips.
I wrote about Michael Phelps because the substance he stands accused of using potentially IMPEDES performance, not enhances it. My fascination lies in the irony of such a specimen placing obstacles in his way.
Back when Babe Ruth dominated baseball, experts found his exceptional abilities difficult to square with his life-style. As many of his contemporaries ate right, worked out religiously, avoided raucous living (at least while playing the game), Ruth partied all night, ate like a pig, drank like a fish and still swatted them out of the park like no one else.
Now, that’s a story. When someone does everything right and succeeds, that’s great. But when they break the rules, beat long odds or do it “blindfolded,” it’s all the more compelling.
As for punishing bad behavior, if no minors were present, no one was assaulted and there were no robberies, murders or crimes other than those of consumption–if all they were doing was drinking beer and smoking weed, as ill-advised as it was for Mr. Phelps to be seen/photographed in such a compromizing situation, I have no interest in seeing him or anyone else present at the party prosecuted. I see no constructive purpose in making examples of Phelps or other revelers in attendance.