Three young Singapore athletes, of legal drinking age, have drunk too much at these Games. A part of me is grinning.
If I am reluctant to sit on their heads it is because they must already be sore, caused not merely by alcohol but stern lectures from disappointed parents and irritated officials.
By now they would have heard the word "responsible" so often that the drinking will not seem worth this ensuing pain.
Young people have been silly and we should go tut-tut, frown and then move on.
They do not need to be forgiven for this is an indiscretion, not a sin. It is hardly to be encouraged but in the long, sad list of transgressions by other athletes, this is at the bottom of a long scale.
There has been no violence here, no driving while drunk, no cheating, no spouse beaten, no firearms brandished, no fellow athlete bitten.
Young athletes trained to push the limits have just pushed the wrong one and been publicly embarrassed.
Athletes and alcohol have been old friends but not always kind friends.
Mostly in old age, for once the cheers have died and the autograph hunters gone to someone else, it becomes a sad comfort.
Many young athletes drink, too, because like young people everywhere they experiment, they look for release from a high-pressure life and they sometimes don't know better.
To be fair, we are raising champions here, not saints; to be clear, this drinking was done after their events; to be responsible, the odd beer which I have had with numerous athletes is fine, but moderation seems the superior alternative.
But young athletes also have to be smart because they live in a different time.
There is a tale, from 60-odd years ago, of an Australian tennis champion who was so hung-over before a French Open tennis final that he apparently ran to the court from his hotel at dawn to get sober. It is rumoured he won his match.
In the old days, people laughed at such a story and forgot it. But now athletes live under a highly inquisitive public gaze, stalked by technology and followed by rushes of harsh Twitter judgment.
Michael Phelps, in a moment of utter stupidity and self-confessed "bad judgment", inhaled from a bong, which unlike drinking can be illegal.
It was at a party at a university, a picture was taken probably on a modern phone and before long it was in a newspaper.
That picture can be found everywhere and athletes must know they exist in a time when privacy is no longer assured.
No date with a girl will go gleefully unspotted.
Every autograph denied will be noted sourly in a blog.
Their life, their pleasures and of course their indiscretions are photographed, mailed, tweeted, blogged and occasionally will haunt them.