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Lovin’ the Lochte

It’s November and it’s like 15 degrees outside. And – news flash – the Steelers suck so football is kind of dead to me. Obviously, what I need is the next best thing…swimming news! What – you didn’t see that coming? Well, there are some people out there who just can’t get enough Ryan Lochte. They are going to be a little disappointed about what’s going on in his world.

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According to Lochte’s publicist:

As a result of a freak injury caused by an unexpected fan encounter Ryan has suffered a torn MCL and an ACL sprain and will be taking a break from training and competition. His medical team expects him to make a full and speedy recovery and Ryan thanks everyone for their well wishes.

What’s this mysterious freak injury, you ask? Well, get this. Apparently, some lovestruck teenage fan ran into him on the street and tried to jump up into his arms. He tried to catch her, being the gentleman that he is, and they both fell to the ground. Lochte’s knee hit the curb and he got the worst of it.

*sigh*  Ladies, I know you love you some Lochte, but seriously? You simply cannot just run and jump into a man’s arms, especially one you don’t know and, especially, one who is a celebrity, with no prior warning. Don’t they teach this in celebrity stalking school or something? Amateur move, really.

But, fear not, Lochte-lovers. He’s only 29 and he will heal. It’s not clear how long the injury will sideline him (can I say that about a swimmer?), but, hey, it’s only 2013. He’s got three years to get those abs and those pecs and, well, all the rest of him, into shape for the 2016 Olympics. I can’t wait.

 

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Jill grew up in West Virginia [insert redneck joke here] surrounded by refrains of Let's Go Mountaineers! and Eat Sh*t Pitt! The daughter of a transplanted New Englander, she was raised as a Red Sox/Patriots/Bruins/Celtics fan. She left the mountains of her childhood home to attend THE Ohio State University (Hey, Uncle Crappy, O-H!) only to heed the siren call back to WVU for law school [insert lawyer joke here], where she met her husband, a native Pittsburgher. Jill has lived in Pittsburgh for the past 12 years and has discovered that you really can't live in Pittsburgh without loving professional sports. Except basketball - professional basketball does not exist for Pittsburghers. And you could have gone the last 19 years without loving baseball. Really, you don't have to love sports to live in Pittsburgh; you just need to profess your undying devotion to the Steelers and Penguins and, yes, even the Pirates, which she has done wholeheartedly (sorry, Dad!). Jill and her husband have been successfully indoctrinating their two children into the world of Pittsburgh sports, which means that they also will know next-to-nothing about basketball.

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