I gave Lance Armstrong the benefit of the doubt for as long as I can remember. According to him, and the media, there were no positive tests against him. The only people that were pointing fingers were those who were dope cheats, themselves, trying to make a buck off of book deals. He was the champ. Everybody takes shots at #1.
Lance Armstrong. Dope cheat.
However, when the truth* came out about Lance’s past, I was pretty numb to the announcement. East German swimmers from the 1970′s even look clean compared to most of today’s pro cyclists. I wished it wasn’t so, but it didn’t surprise me.
I will say, though, that I was disgusted. For the first eight years of my daughter’s life, I had told her how Lance Armstrong is one of the best cyclists to have ever lived. I told her how he beat cancer
and went on to win seven championships in one of the most grueling sporting events to take place in the world.
Yesterday, after she had heard on the news that Lance Armstrong had confessed to Oprah about his wrongdoings, she asked me what “taking steroids” meant. That’s not something you should have to explain to an eight year old.
For that, I say, “Screw you, Lance Armstrong!” Thanks for wasting a small piece of my daughter’s childhood. It’s unfortunate that now you are going to make even more money off of your deceit.
*I am using the word “truth” about as lightly as I possibly can, at this point. All parties in this case (Armstrong, USADA, UCI, the sponsors and the witnesses) are crooks, in my mind.