T.J. SIMERS

Lance Armstrong's inspiration wasn't a lie for many

Who cares what the disgraced cyclist now has to say on Oprah Winfrey's couch? Not this columnist.

The 7-Eleven Kid really is 7, a second-grader, and she recently did a report on George Herbert Walker Bush.

Along with her friends, they presented it to the third-graders, as scary a group as a second-grader can face.

She heard about his being in the hospital, so she also wrote him a letter:

"Dear President Bush,

My name is Mackenzie. I am in second grade. We did a report on you. We taught the third-graders. I hope you get better soon."

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The editors here wish I could be as concise.

She signed her name and added a heart, then her grandmother found an address for George Herbert Walker Bush and sent the letter.

Now I don't know how these things work, but if she gets any kind of reply, it will probably be something she will never forget.

It might even inspire her to overcome her father's track record and do great in school.

Miss Radio Personality, the daughter who went to Notre Dame and who says she will never marry anyone from Alabama, as if she can afford to be so picky, is the 7-Eleven Kid's aunt.

She has a thing for President Clinton. I have no idea what it is about presidents, but she once said it would be a dream come true to meet him.

I asked why? "His resiliency, his intelligence, his charisma, and he's married to Hillary," she said.

So when I heard the old Bob Hope golf tournament in La Quinta this week was now the Humana Challenge in partnership with the Clinton Foundation, I called the PR guy in the hopes of scoring an interview with Clinton.

I figured I'd bring the daughter along, any father given the chance to make his daughter's dream come true undoubtedly understanding, and Clinton has a daughter.

Now I don't figure there's any chance of meeting with Clinton, but anything to make the daughter's day — short of buying her dinner again — is worth the effort.

It's funny, though. I make a living often poking fun at those who treat athletes or celebrities with such reverence.

I get upset when people live and die with the Lakers, and that's almost no exaggeration. USC and UCLA followers are even worse.

The whole thing seems out of whack until you become witness to the power of inspiration, a cancer-stricken child and suffering parents maybe finding hope in someone who has already overcome.

 

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