I must admit that I do wonder how in the *&%^ing world Broncos quarterback Jay Cutler manages his sugar during what I can only assume to be an intense several hours every Sunday. I asked a friend of mine, who has type 1, how she managed her sugars when she recently ran a marathon. They were, predictably, up and down. But from a novice's standpoint, it seems like she may have had more luxury of stopping to treat a low or deal with a high. There are no TV timeouts in community marathoning, though.

When a professional sports team – and all that comes with it including your job, sponsorships, advertising, ad nauseum – are essentially riding on whether or not you can throw a football to a guy 50 yards down the field without getting sacked, the stakes are a little higher.

That's not what I wanted to write about today, but it does serve as decent background for what I'm about to say. Taking a break from reading normal business day stuff, I clicked on a Sports Illustrated story about the wild NFL games yesterday. I'm not really much of a sports reader unless it has to do with my hometown baseball or football, but something attracted me to this underdog-of-sorts story.

"I think he's the one with diabetes," I thought to myself as I read the caption about Cutler and the fumble/incomplete pass/failed replay equipment controversy. And then, like that, the football-diabetes connection was gone. I was simply reading a story about football games that seemed to have been played on Halloween. And then I got to this line: Here came Cutler, the heroic diabetic, with a fourth quarter worthy of Elway.

I stopped reading. I was too flustered to read anymore. And the thing is that I'm not sure if I should be angry that his disease was pointed out so insignificantly or proud that someone is showing that even professional sports players can live successfully with this dispicable disease.

What's your take?