First time, long time

Since its the Olympics, its only fitting to say a few words before the games end. The Maltz got to thinking about Michael Phelps and his recent accomplishments and quickly realized he doesn't envy him at all. I mean, while the opportunity to hang around girls in bathing suits all day is appealing, I think I'd get sick of drying myself off all the time. One minute you're wet, the next minute you're using a towel. Wet, dry, wet, dry. Repeat. Plus, with all that moisture going on, he must have to walk around with a ton of tough actin' Tinactin.

If The Maltz had his a chance to choose the type of Olympian he would like to be, it'd be an Archer. First of all, you can pretty much wear what you want (no tights, no banana hammock, no singlet). Secondly, the risk of pulling a hammy or tearing an ACL is minimal. You basically just go out there, fire off a few arrows at a target and then it's Miller time.

On a side note, The Maltz is finally going to eat at the famous NYC Shake Shack tomorrow. With the recent breakup of Mike and the Mad Dog, I guess its fitting to say, "First time, long time"...