He’s inescapable. He’s always been inescapable, but today of all days, I need his face completely out of my sight. I’ve done a good job of avoiding the covers, bit down on any itch I’ve had to watch his competitions. His interviews. Old footage. Tabloid claims of polyamorous relationships with models and heiresses. But of course, today is the day he just so happens to be gracing the three-year-old issue of Sports Illustrated sitting on the table in the bridal suite of the church where I’m to be married.
