Oh, Michael Phelps. Who told you this was a good idea? No athlete has ever done a remotely tolerable hosting job, and you do not even have a funny mustache (anymore) like Mark Spitz.
I hope, for everyone's sake, that Phelps finally eats too many pancakes or boxes of pasta and gets a tummyache, leaving Lil Wayne to take over. And also Li'l Wayne writes the whole thing.
(I would seriously pay NYC movie ticket money to watch that)
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