No. What we have as a defining moment for the XXXI Olympiad came courtesy of Lyin' Lochte's "Epic Tales Of Badassery. Or, How I Lied About Being A Certified G With A Gun To My Head."
When Lyin' Lochte and co. first reported being robbed in Rio, we believed him. We trusted him when he said he was the only guy in his crew who stood tall until the gunman placed his piece to his head and cocked the thang.
Then the truth began falling apart faster than Trump's campaign. Lyin' Lochte never had his "Dirty Harry" moment, as he claimed; the "robbery" that happened outside a cab actually took place at a gas station; and the "robbers" were actually armed security guards reacting to Lochte and his boys damaging said gas station's bathroom.
What to do with this red, white and blue grill-wearing Olympic legend-turned-Platinum Blonde Phony? Cut off his endorsements? (Which is happening, BTW) Make him drink straight from the Guanbara Bay? Throw him in a time machine so he actually looks 32 and not 45? Come to think of it, let's keep him out here aging like fine milk.
For now, the best thing to do is getting The Orange Man to immortalize "Lyin Lochte" as his new government name. That would be the only time we'd ask for his help, but damn if we don't get some Twitter trends outta that deal.
Credit for picture goes to http://www.businessinsider.com/speedo-ends-ryan-lochte-sponsorship-2016-8