A Hard-Learned Lesson on the Gravy Train of Life
It's too bad Michael Phelps isn't a musician. Then that bong brouhaha would be applauded on an Internet photo gallery about hard-partying musicians. Instead he pursued a lifestyle where he needs to get up and don a Speedo just when the other guys start rolling in.
I know that experimentation is one of the follies of youth, yet as an Olympian and not a baseball player like A-Rod or Darryl Strawberry, Phelps has a message to send and an image to uphold. And that image does not comply with bongs and other drug paraphernalia. And while I buy my cereal for the taste and for the prize inside rather than over a picture on a box, the candidate that a company plasters there needs to mesh with its image. Which could explain why we are never going to see Snoop Dogg as Nike's spokesperson. The investors would pull out and the stock would plummet.
In the end, Michael Phelps is just going to have to take this as a hard-learned lesson on the gravy train of life.
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