The progeny of prodigies will always get our attention. We can't help but to look at those who have the DNA of an elite-level athlete. It's like they've been given super serum, grafted their bones with adamantium, were bitten by a rogue Alchemax spider and drank the heart-shaped herb. When someone reaches the high, athletic watermark set by one or both of their biological parents, I don't think there's much we love more.