A few minutes later, in a scene that would've made a great commercial for beer, jeans or pickup trucks, the music was turned down and the TV volume turned up. Everyone took a break from their cocktails, and the bar grew quiet. Michael Phelps was about to swim.
Oh, sure, it was close for a couple meters. But this was the butterfly, Phelps' specialty, and by the...
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