If you think that Reggie Bush’s life kicks ass, you’re probably right.

From the moment Little Superstar donned his Saints cap on draft day 2006, for all intents and purposes, he has shat gold. He has said all the right things, he has shown flashes of brilliance on the field, he has given the Saints the kind of “rub” nationwide that no past Saint ever could. Reggie is Joe Namath. Hulk Hogan.

Reggie is Hollywood. Joe Horn wasn’t Hollywood, he was just playing the role. He wanted to be, but he never was. Reggie is the real deal. Reggie is Hollywood.

But while I’m sure it’s just lovely to be a young superstar jet-setter, complete with all the glamorous trappings of show business… the A-list social calendar, the legions of sycophants, all the supermodels, socialites and starlets you can fuck… it’s also a minefield. One big all-encompassing crazy-ass minefield, where the slightest, most otherwise-harmless transgression can start the dominoes falling. more…