So, the dirtiest cyclist in history finally came clean to Oprah. After years of denial. Years of attacking and intimidating anyone who questioned whether he doped. Years of little lies and big lies that all add up to what may be the biggest fraud in sports.
Yes, he won the Tour de France an unmatched seven times. And for what he had to do to himself and everyone around him in order accomplish that, he said, “I will spend the rest of my life trying to earn back trust and apologize to people for the rest of my life.” What a price to pay.
I believed him. I kept the faith, said there was no proof, chose to be inspired by his cycling performance rather than suspicious of it. But apparently this man’s word means nothing and never has. To quote Billy Flynn in Chicago, “That makes you a dirty liar in my book, and I don’t do business with dirty liars.”
I feel pretty dumb now, and deeply disappointed. Are there no real heroes left anymore?
I’ve written about Lance Armstrong four times already, this being the fifth, and will now retire him as a blogging subject.
That’s all I have to say about that.