My first reaction to this is pity and sadness over Russ’s raw cynicism. What a sad way to look at friends and humanity.
The next is admiration for accepting and recognizing the reality of his celebrity in today’s almost-inhumane mega-media sports world. This will save him a ton of money in the long run by avoiding phonies and scammers.
Ultimately, this is a familiar and distasteful refrain coming from athletes, rock stars, actors, etc, who’ve made it big. I don’ t have an ounce of sympathy for it. Deep in their egocentric souls, this is why they throw a football, strum a guitar, preen on stage—for fame, glory and recognition. Yes, they do what they do for love, too. But deep down, they want people to notice and pay attention. (Don’t we all?) So their love for their sport or art and quest for fame is what drives them. So when they achieve their goals—winning the Super Bowl, getting a Grammy or Oscar—and then complain about fame’s trappings and shortcomings, it’s laughable and unsympathetic because it’s foreseeable paradox—and one that should not be entered into lightly or without forethought.
Sorry, Russ. I’m throwing a 15-yard penalty for excessive whining. If we all had your terrible problem.