Okay, maybe that’s a bit over the top. But I sure do have a crush on the man. So, I’m watching Olympic swimming last night. If you haven’t heard, Michael Phelps, the Olympic swimmer is trying to pick up eight gold medals this year. And so far he’s doing pretty well. Five events. Five medals. All gold. And the last Olympics he picked up six, taunted by some other athlete who said he would never win all eight. So there was the challenge. Now the race itself although incredibly impressive, was not the part that had me enamored. It was the moments right afterward. The moment when he found out he won. He didn’t scream and shout. He took it in with this look of focus on his face, or really in his eyes. A look of determination. With more races to go, he seemed to say, “I’m not done”. That motivation, that focus, that drive, now that was impressive. That’s a man who came to play. Who can't love a man for that?
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