By Rob DeAngelis
Pot heads everywhere rejoice! In the last week, the sports world has contributed two new, very high-profile poster children: Michael Phelps and Santonio Holmes. These two men have reached the pinnacle of success in their respective sports while enjoying “herbal refreshments.” Santonio Holmes was named Super Bowl XLIII MVP in Tampa Bay last Sunday and, in case you left the planet last summer and missed it, Phelps set the world record for most gold medals won in a single Olympic games. These men also excel off the field and, out of the pool, at smoking reefer as evidenced by their recent transgressions.
We know that Holmes prefers your run of the mill Phillies Blunt as he was arrested by Pittsburgh police for having 3 blunts in his car ashtray and being a little “insane in the membrane” behind the steering wheel. This goes along with selling drugs as a teenager in Florida and two domestic violence charges in the last 4 years. It is no wonder that the Walt Disney Company asked Ben Roethlisberger to join (or supervise) Santonio for the annual “I’m going to Disney World…” commercial spot. How classic would it be if he followed it with an “I’m going to Amsterdam…” spot for Phillies Blunt? He would reach legendary status within the ganja smoking community and would probably be invited to Matthew McConaghy’s house for some naked bongo playing.
Michael Phelps, on the other hand, learned the fine art of bong smoking in Ann Arbor at the University of Michigan. I guess he answered the question of how could anyone possibly eat 12,000 calories per day – he clearly had the munchies! His incredible feats at the Beijing Olympics run counter to some of the known effects of smoking bud. He showed no signs of sluggishness in his training regimen, he remained extremely focused on being the best in the world and he now exhibits a high level of responsibility by showing up to his myriad of appearances on time. Instead of dropping him as an endorsee, Kellogg’s should give him more props for overcoming even longer odds than anyone could have imagined last summer. I don’t think I’m going out on a limb when I suggest that he was probably the only guy in the pool who partook in frequent “bingers.”
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ReplyDeletePhelps got a raw deal!
ReplyDeleteRight on. Phelps ain't no saint. In fact his persona was too squeaky clean. He was the antiseptic athelete, the kid who skipped his childhood, the robotics poster child. Now he is part of the real world. Kids can embrace him as his flaws make him more approachable. And as was pointed out, these are not PED, used in the obsessive pursuit of records; it was evidence of a more balanced approach to life.
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