I respect the Fridge emmensly, but I have to wonder, when he's lying on his death-bed will he be at peace knowing that a great amount of his success came at the expense of his health and family.
Sort of reminds me of the article in SI about Jon Gruden's complete commitment to football above all else.
The sad thing is, neither the Sears Trophy nor the Lombardi Trophy will be able to hold your hand and give you reassurance that you haven't wasted your life for the fickle fan or (God forbid) the almighty dollar.
Working in ICU, I have seen many proud and succesful men pass away, leaving behind estranged or resentful family members, wishing to God that they had just ten minutes to reconsile.
You can't get that time back.
This may be a little wishy-washy, but just think of it as Yellowfalcon's Christmas Carol.