Well, there's that, sure.  Seems to be one of the "goes with the territory" risks of marrying high-profile politicians, entertainers, pro athletes, and corporate titans, among others.  Here in DC, Robert Griffin III would get elected mayor by a landslide if the election were held tomorrow, not that he'd want anything to do with the job.  He and his wife were at the Washington Wizards-Miami Heat basketball game last night, and just to lend a little more to the aura that currently surrounds him, the Wizards, who had won exactly one game so far this season, upset the defending NBA champs. 

Thus capping a blissful period of 24 hours following the Redskins defeat of the Giants the night before (I'm a Giants' fan for life, or actually since age 8, in 1967). 

Watching his wife (the TV cameras panned to both of them a number of times during the telecast), I couldn't help but feel for her, knowing that she must be extremely aware of how both she and her husband are being eyed by so many around her.  She would hardly be human if she has no trepidation when she is unable to avoid thinking about what could lie ahead for their relationship.