... until we inevitably find out that someone is dead at the hands of yet another beloved athlete.
This time, it's Oscar Pistorius, the double-amputee who became the first such athlete to compete in the regular Olympic Games in track and field.
And, now, this Feel-Good Story -- like, it seems, every other damn one, has come crashing down to Earth...
He now stands accused of murder in his native South Africa.
It appears as if a domestic situation was settled with a gun -- he shot his girlfriend four times.
And this isn't the first such problem he's had. Between crashing a speedboat and getting in continued altercations over women (though he had been dating his victim, one of the 100 Sexiest Women in the World by one of the cheesecake magazines, for a few months)
Don't we hear about this all the blasted time?
I mean, seriously!!!
It seems that every time we have this kind of stuff about such a Feel-Good Story that the corporate sports world wants to jam down our throats, it is almost inevitable that it ends in something like this.
And I am utterly convinced we haven't heard even the beginnings of this: I fully expect the ensuing investigation to literally blow the doors off of Pistorius to the point that he will be exposed as a complete fraud, on top of that he's a murderer too.
Thanks, asshole.
Really...
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