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BEIJING—So you’ve always wanted to swim like Michael
Phelps?
Well,
now you have.
Phelps
became the most prolific gold medalist in Olympic
history Wednesday morning by winning a race with water
filling his goggles.
The
previous night, in a tiny darkened hotel pool wearing
faded board shorts, I nearly splashed to the bottom with
water filling my goggles.
When
Phelps finished his laps—a world record in the 200-meter
butterfly—he ripped off the goggles, threw them on the
pool deck, and spent the next few minutes annoyingly
squinting water out of his eyes.

MICHAEL PHELPS swims to the
gold medal in the men’s 4x200-meter freestyle relay
final on Wednesday.
AP
Same
here.
This is
silly. This is beyond silly.
“This is
miraculous,” said Poland’s Pawel Korzeniowski.
Michael
Phelps cannot only win gold medals streaking through the
fastest pool in the world, he can win them as if
splashing around the YMCA.
He
cannot only win them with biomemetic fabric on his body,
he can win them with chlorine in his eyes.
He
cannot only win them brutishly, he can win them blind.
And he
can win them twice in one day, which is what happened
Wednesday, which dredges up an entirely different set of
metaphors.
At 10:21
a.m., he won a gold medal in the 200-meter butterfly.
At 11:19
a.m., he won another gold medal as part of the 800
freestyle relay.
That’s
somebody pitching a no-hitter in Game Six of the World
Series, then hitting the game-winning grand slam of Game
Seven.
If the
games were a double-header.
That’s
somebody leading all scorers in games to win National
Basketball Association (NBA) and Olympic championships.
In the
same afternoon.
He won
the most coveted individual sports award in the world
twice in less time that it would take most of us to even
put on his bathing suit.
“Massively, massively impressive,” said Andrew Hunter of
Great Britain.
It’s as
large as 11 Olympic gold medals in his career, two more
than anyone in any sort of Olympics, winter, spring,
summer or fall.
But the
only number that matters, it seems, is eight.
With
five gold medals already around his neck here, can he
survive the whiplash required to win three more,
breaking legend Mark Spitz’s single-Olympic record?
Wednesday proved it. Wednesday clinched it. The deal is
done. Everyone around here with wet hair agrees.
“I think
he wins eight medals, yes,” said Korzeniowski, who
finished sixth in the 200 butterfly. “Everyone says,
‘How does he do this?’ But still, he does this.”
Hunter,
who was part of Great Britain’s sixth-place relay team,
shook his head.
“Everybody does their best against him and still, you
don’t have a chance,” he said. “I don’t want this to be
a bad omen but, yes, I think he wins the eight gold
medals.”
To
complete his mission, he has to win a 200
individual-medley race in which he is the world-record
holder, a 100-butterfly race in which he has been faster
than rival Ian Crocker all year, and a 400-medley relay
race that the Americans have never lost in a
nonboycotted Olympics.
He needs
none of it, however, to win America. That’s been done
already, Phelps capturing the country’s attention this
week by being not only great, but goofy.
With his
buzz haircut and oversized ears and crooked grin, he
looks refreshingly like any other 23-year-old. Once on
the pool deck, he acts like one.
When he
came out of the water after winning the 200 butterfly
Wednesday, he was shouting like a waterlogged kid who
was yelling for his mother.
“I
couldn’t see anything, I couldn’t see a thing,” he
shouted.
He later
explained, saying, “I couldn’t see anything for the last
100, my goggles pretty much filled up with water. It
just kept getting worse and worse through the race and I
was having trouble seeing the walls, to be honest.”
Having
trouble seeing the walls? Isn’t that something that
happens during the Little Mermaid class?
“For the
circumstances, I guess it’s not too bad,” Phelps said of
his world-record 1:52:03.
Not too
bad? Just ask New Zealand’s Moss Burmester, who led the
race after one lap but then was swallowed up in Phelps’s
tidal wave, finishing fourth.
“I went
as fast as I could go, I was trying to hang on, but I
just couldn’t hang on,” he said.
Nobody
can. Not the other swimmers, and probably not even Mark
Spitz.
After
his first win, Phelps went from the pool to the medal
stand to the pool, barely having time to dry off before
jumping back in as the first leg of the 800 freestyle
relay.
He gave
the team a huge lead, and then he really got serious,
climbing out of the water to pound the starting block
and scream at his teammates as they finished five
seconds in front of second-place Russia.
“It’s
the funnest thing, being part of a team,” he said.
How can
you not love a guy who uses the word “funnest?”
How can
you not love a guy who, at the end of Thursday’s news
conference, pulled out his Blackberry and read reporters
what he considered an important text message from a
high-school friend.
“Dude,
it’s ridiculous how many times I have to see your ugly
face.”
Phelps
smiled and read another text message from the same
friend.
“It’s
time to be the best ever.”
His eyes
clear, he slowly nodded. |