The Signature Thing

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I’d much rather see the Olympic swimmer remake than Part III.

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cammcevoy:

Kobe & I

Did you know that Australian swimmer Cameron McEvoy is on Tumblr?

fyeahnathanadrian:

“Participation certificate!!! Havent gotten one of these since 8th grade soccer!”

“In all seriousness though it was an honor to compete in #london2012”

Wasn’t there a certificate creation program in early 90’s Microsoft Office? Maybe there still is? Well, that’s what these certificates look like. All those fonts are a nightmare! And is that paper even embossed? It took them 6 months to mail out these second grade computer class assignments? Aww, who am I kidding, I find the amateurishness of it all charming, and Nathan’s genuine appreciation for his experience warms my heart.

Feel free to join me in a chorus of “Memories.”

heaven-viennaa:

WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO ME!?!

I didn’t know I needed this, but I definitely needed this.

heaven-viennaa:

LIKE… WTF Was I?!?!

I hope they spent the whole lunch gossiping about how Phelps thinks he’s hot shit now that he’s chilling in box seats at Ravens games, but he’ll never have their impeccable bone structure and still-rock hard abs.

thesexyryanlochte:

Ryan at the 2013 Austin Grand Prix

For all of his accomplishments, whenever anybody thinks the name “Lezak,” their mind will always go back to that one illustrious swim, that one moment, where he took down the mighty French. He’s become so pervasive that he’s even been verbified – if you get run down at the end of a relay, you’ve been ‘Lezak’ed’. Swimming seasons, swimming careers, are long and grueling. As a sport, we live for those incredible moments, at the end of a season, at the end of a quadrenial, at the end of a decade of work; those moments that give us chills in our spines and bring tears to our eyes. There’s no “running out the clock” in swimming. There’s no “kneeling” in swimming. Swimming lives, breathes, labors and dies for the kind of experiences that Lezak gave us all on that fateful moment.

Where were you when Lezak won gold? (x)

I had gone out to dinner and drinks with a friend and missed watching it live, but I was determined not to be spoiled. Completely avoided the internet and news until I could get home and watch the recording. It was maybe 1 in the morning, all my roommates were asleep, so I hunched in front of the TV with the sound turned low, holding my breath as Michael, Garrett, and Cullen swam. Then, in those last 15 meters, I couldn’t contain myself—I started jumping up and down, silently cheering, not quite believing what I was seeing was real.

Daddy Lezak: you will be missed. Congrats on an outstanding career.

eveandcandace:

Don’t look at us like that! But seriously don’t stop. 

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Whoa, Ricky Berens is serving up some Your L.L. Bean Boyfriend realness and I like it.

I love when men’s magazines get Michael Phelps into a nice suit then immediately make him jump into a pool. It works for me every single time.

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I would wear that.