Matt Grevers is my best friend.
You read that right. Matt Grevers is my best friend. Or at least that is what I have been telling everyone I know since he won two Olympic medals this week. It is really not that big of a deal, really, just the obvious next step in our relationship. See, we have been growing closer and closer over the last month and a half. You know, back when he qualified for the Olympics.
Yep, each time I spread the news of his swimming prowess to anyone I did not go to college with, he became a bigger and bigger part of my life. Sure, it started out plenty truthful – me explaining that we were in the same fraternity, he was a year younger than me, I would see him fairly often, mostly around the house or at events and stuff - but escalated quickly from there. Before I knew it, it became:
“Didn’t a swimmer from Northwestern qualify for the Olympics? You wouldn’t happen to know him, would you?” someone would ask.
“Know him? He was the best man at my wedding. So, yeah, I guess you could say we’re pretty tight.” I would quickly reply.
It got a bit out of hand. But lost in the fake details of my egregious exaggeration of our relationship are a few very solid truths about the newest American Hero:
- He’s a real good dude.
- I beat him in a dance-off at a date party a few years ago.
Congratulations, Grevers.
