It wouldn't have felt right coming from anyone else. Honestly, if Ryan Lochte was going to find out he was being mercilessly mocked onstage at an award show by a famous late night show host then he should find out from his friend. Not only because it eases the blow, but because it provides said friend with an irrational sense of satisfaction. Good thing Michael Phelps wasn't sipping a drink or he would have spit it everywhere trying to be the first person to text a picture of a parodied Ryan Lochte to Ryan Lochte himself. I bet it was accompanied by a good natured joke at his expense too. That's just how it goes. You do something stupid and any real friend holds it over your head until the end of time. The joy he felt in his heart - that was ever present in his reaction - when he was blessed with an opportunity to make sport of his buddy is something that every male can relate to. If Michael Phelps wasn't the first one with a camera out and shit eating grin on his face then I would really have to question the allegiance he feels towards his oh-so-dumb teammate, because a heads-up from any other party wouldn't have felt anywhere near as gratifying to the sender or the receiver. If the most decorated Olympian of all time wasn't the one laughing the loudest as Jimmy Fallon rattled off a host of laughable fabrications on behalf of his homie then it would have spoken volumes about how much of that bond is cultivated by the cameras.
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