You see, here’s the kicker. For anyone who might take offense to what I’m saying, let me offer a pre-apology, because what I’m about to propose is nothing more than a whimsical theory born from the mind of a mere mortal, gazing curiously into the glittering universe of fame and fortune. As a skeptical civilian embarking on this hilarious yet thought-provoking journey, I can’t help but ponder a few bewildering questions.

     Picture this alternate reality where Ronaldinho resides in obscurity, leading an ordinary existence punctuated by a mundane nine-to-five grind. Would his beloved spouse have bound herself in marital harmony with him, had he not possessed the illustrious identity of Ronaldinho, but instead inhabited the shoes of an unexceptional salesman hailing from Brazil? Would Briatore’s wife have uttered those two sacred words if he were just your average Italian cobbler, lacking a hefty four hundred milly in his overflowing bank account? And would Tiger’s better half have sashayed down that fancy aisle if he didn’t have the whole world kissing his golfing shoes? Without that golden reputation, his odds of acing the fifth hole at TPC Colorado would’ve been better than stumbling upon a drop-dead gorgeous Swedish model to be his old lady.

     Perhaps I’m way off the mark here. Maybe the answer to all these questions is a resounding yes. Maybe it truly was love at first sight. Maybe they chose their partners purely for who they are as people. After all, love is a complex thing. It comes in many forms, and it’s not for me to judge the reasons behind these unions. Maybe, just maybe, these couples genuinely fell in love for all the right reasons. Or … maybe not.