It’s some kind of “Law of the Universe” that makes it impossible for anyone to completely hate a jock.

They don’t make it easy either. You have to begrudgingly admit they are (for the most part) all tall, dark, and handsome, have great sense of humor, and have the kind of physical talent no one in your family tree, present or future, will ever own. Throw in the fact that they make a month what you spent on your entire college tuition, and well, you really want to beat some ass. Then you hear something like Chris Paul on NPR’s, “Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me”, and all OF that doesn’t seem to matter anymore.