Brian Gaynor Column: My idea of 'hero' differs

The head-scratching began seconds after the sports announcer, for the umpteenth time, described so-and-so as "a hero."

Who is the real hero?

A. The muscle-bound egomaniac with a broad, bright smile and movie-star looks who shoots an illegal, performance-enhancing substance into his body, grabs his crotch, spits on the field, performs in front of millions of people each summer, soaks up the public's adulation, builds an eye-popping statistical portfolio, cheats on his wife, goes club-hopping every night and then retires to his $30 million compound.

B. The slumped-over, modest, old genius with sparse hair and yellow teeth who plays by the rules, almost never expectorates on the same floor his co-workers walk, performs his greatest feats in anonymity, often in the quietude of a small office and under the light of a dim bulb, helps discover the cure to a once-thought incurable disease, is faithful to his wife, every once in a while enjoys a glass of merlot and retires to his three-bedroom apartment.

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