In 1976 I was an awkward, bookwormy kid and Bruce Jenner was a record setting, Olympic gold medalist in the Decathlon. He was an actual national hero. I was an actual nerd. So, in the way all kids do, I engaged in a little hero worship. I had all the Bruce Jenner posters plastered to my bedroom walls. My mom put an iron-on transfer of his face on a t-shirt for me. I even ate the Wheaties. Back then, Bruce was one of my real life Super Heroes. Now? Err, not so much..