Jaeger starts his post by saying that he had manned the keg at an athletes' party in Florida all night when a freshman he didn't know came up for a beer. At this point, the party had long run out of cups, and Jaeger (great name, by the way, for this story) had started to improvise with Tupperware containers. Lochte, though, had nothing to pour the beer into, and so Jaeger spotted a frisbee. From the post:
At first, he looked at me and his eyes said, “No way,” but then other people near the keg saw this and realized he was a freshman so brought peer pressure into the equation.
“Drink the beer!” someone bellowed.
So, he looked at it, and at this point people were yelling at him to drink the Frisbee of beer.
So, Ryan Lochte, gave a final look around, knew what he had to do, and turned the Frisbee up and started chugging.
If memory serves me correctly, half of the beer spilled out on the floor. If you’ve never chugged a liquid out of a Frisbee then you probably don’t realize how hard of a task it is. But he finished the Frisbee beer and everyone cheered. I believe that half of the cheering was because they were witnessing someone chug beer from a Frisbee, and the rest was just the moral support that comes when anyone is put on the spot at a college party and comes through.
But Ryan Lochte chugged that Frisbee beer. And we all cheered.
So, now when I walk through Publix and see the magazines with him sporting his six-pack abs on the cover of Men’s Health, and that is all I can think of.
And when I watched him beat Michael Phelps and the rest of the best of the world in the pool tonight, that is all I could think of.
And when he stood on the podium and they played America’s national anthem while he smiled and cherished his gold medal, all I could think was there’s Ryan Lochte, the shitty curly haired kid that while drunk at a party chugged a Frisbee full of beer that I served him out of a kegerator.
Tremendous stuff. Michael Phelps would be proud.