Wanna get Phelpsed?

(Thanks to Brian Quimby for this awesome title...buy one of shirts btw: http://www.getphelpsed.com)

In a seedy locale in South Carolina, which could be only be construed as a college dorm room, a group of friends huddle in a circle. Thick wisps of smoke surround the gathering as they pass around a tubular apparatus from hand to hand. The energy in the room is faint but there, a sort of mellow flow which passes through each of the subjects, in their current escapades. Suddenly, one of them calls out at another. "Yo, Phelps! Wanna hit of this shit?" The student holds the instrument towards the ceiling with the air of a Grammy-award winner, or an individual who won 8 gold medals in an Olympic-type competition. The young man looks towards the summoner. Realizing he is among friends, all hesitancy dissipates and the man partakes in the bounty provided by his brothers. With deft hands, he extracts the tool from his compatriot and readies himself for the glorious feeling of the responsibility held by an Olympic Champion and representative of the USA being thrown off his shoulders, for at least a few hours.

So Phelps took a hit. Big deal. It's not like the guy decided to drive around right after getting high. And it's not like what he smokes in that bong can be construed as a 'Performance-Enhancing Drug (hmmm...note to self, examine athletic enhancing abilities of marijuana). The guy just took what is a not-very harmful drug in a private locale among the company of friends. Instead of attacking him for this infarction, we might as well go after the celebrities and athletes who are sponsored by or advocate the use of alcohol, cigarettes, painkillers and penis-enlarging medication. They're role models and representatives of this country to the world too.

At least he's not doing crack or heroin or murdering strippers.