I know I'm probably in the teeny tiny minority but for years I've held a dirty secret. I never really liked Michael Phelps. I mean I still wanted him to win. 'Merica and all. But I didn't like him.
I respected his chase of perfection. He was a man on a mission but he seemed...cocky, I guess. I respected the way he pursued his passion but he didn't seem grateful. He didn't seem joyful. His relationship with his mother seemed loving but it seemed like a closed circle. He didn't seem loving to others around him.
And then we all saw the headlines about the drug use, the drinking, the DUI, and rumored womanizing. I thought it was a shame. And after 2012, it seemed like he was done.