There would be another chance to show his father how good he was. Two weeks ago Oliver and Loreane moved into a home in Fort Worth, only a short drive from their son. They are roommates now, not husband and wife. Loreane is divorced for the second time, Oliver worn far beyond his years. Theirs is a union of compassion. "He's a beaten man," says Loreane.
Last Saturday, under a brilliant autumn sun, Oliver saw his son run like an All-America against Rice. "More like it," LaDainian said as he left the locker room and walked to greet the tiny man who leaned against a stadium wall, dressed all in white beneath a tan golf cap and smiling as if reborn. "Bless LaDainian's heart," said his mother. "He wants to make everybody happy."
Good thing, because there's no shortage of people asking.