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. Combine nepotism with natural ability, access to an environment built for the scion to soar, and enough work ethic and desire to be great, and you've got a special talent.