Further down on your link is a rather critical swipe at Lance Armstrong. I never liked him, and it's nice to come to know it was not without reason.
The Bristol Myers Squibb commercials Armstrong did in 2000 with his son -- his only child at the time -- got me teary-eyed. And while I had no interest in the Tour de France, there was no denying his streak was incredible without the added value of happening following a bout with testicular cancer. He seemed humble, courageous, grateful. What was there not to like about the guy?
I have always admired married athletes who don't trade in their first wives for younger, hotter chicks when they hit the big time. Years ago, I was skeptical about Kurt Warner. After being drafted and cut, a lackluster career in the World League and then in the Arena League, Warner pulled off a miracle of his own, and took the snakebit Rams to the Super Bowl as a preseason third stringer. To be brutally, perhaps cruelly honest, while first-round NFL draft QB stiffs Tim Couch and Cade McNown were feuding over a Playmate of the Year, the evangelical superstar Warner was sticking with a woman who...well...looked like an Arena League wife. After he won the Super Bowl and was named MVP, I thought, "Hmmm...I wonder how long she'll be around now." Well, Warner proved me wrong. He's been so loyal to his wife, it's made some of his teammates sick. More power to him.
So, back to Lance. His rock star status put him in contact with actual rock stars, Sheryl Crow fluttered her doe eyes at him, and he acted like twins that he planned with his wife weren't ready to pop out. And the press ate it up. Lance's wife wasn't any fun. Sheryl Crow following him around France and giving him a big wet one at the end of stages made for better Enquirer photos. Who ever took pictures of Kristen holding down the fort in Texas?
The reason I made the post regarding that AP wire story is because I couldn't stand the way that all of a sudden, Lance, the family man who could swing in a tire with the son thanks to the miracle of modern medicine, became Lance, the guy who bagged Sheryl Crow and somehow spawned three beautiful kids all by himself.