So even if you live under a rock, and only get one channel on your TV, which is in your basement, and the only show you watch is Canadian (World of Earl) Idol, you still know about Michael Phelps.
The record breaking, medal adorned, swimming machine, stunning athlete. Not to mention really easy on the eyes...
I recently read in the paper that he's really built for this. He's 6'4" tall, with a wingspan of 6'7". He's got a long, slim torso, so he can swim like a dolphin. His legs aren't long in proportion to the rest of him, but he's got these big flippin flippers - size 14 feet.
Hey, I know a guy with size 14 feet! You know what they say about men with big feet, eh?
They need big shoes.
I think it's interesting how different athletic events affect an athlete's body. Swimmers have beautiful smooth muscles, runners have long corded muscles with lines of definition, weightlifters are wrapped in chunks of muscles flexing with effort. It goes beyond sports though, really. New mothers have magnificent biceps from hauling Jr around. Guitar players develop long ropes of muscle in their forearms. That kind of thing.
So when I get to thinking about 23 year olds with lovely upper bodies I have flashbacks of shyly admiring the young fellas on the hay wagons. Some were new at haying. They'd been warned to wear jeans to keep from getting hay scratches on their legs but figured they could still go shirtless. Next day, they'd be wearing shirts.
Oh well. There was always a chance that the shirts would come off when they were done and felt like hosing off all the sticky hay chaff. While I pretended I wasn't watching, of course.
I really should be washing dishes and preparing for Robert Plant's birthday tomorrow, but I just kind of...