The Olympic fever caught up to us all the way to the pantry. For wave 36, Michael Phelps is always the best delicacy served during lunch. Although I am not a sports freak let alone a swimming freak for that matter because I can't swim, I can not help but admire how great a swimmer this Olympic Gold medalist is with a drool-worthy bod to boot. Every fiber of my existence shivers whenever he moves. I know his intentions are pure and wholesome when he swims, but girls can't help but interpret it differently. Oh don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining nuh-uh am not.