I am not a passionate sport person, not enamored with American Partriotic Love Our Team spirit.
I think sports are fantastic, ways to bring nations together, and show some magnificent human beauty.
Who could not at least like Lance Armstrong? He was a wiz, and then his traumatic cancer. He beat it in true mortal fashion, and continued to be a staggering champion. You wanted to look past any possibility of doping. Okay, maybe once he did..... maybe?
It didn't come as a shattering blow to me about his medals being stripped, along with his credibilty.
This New Yorker blog sums up my biggest frustration about it; The man beat fucking cancer, to say 'I quit because these people are treating me like this' is feeble, lame, and now brands him in history forever as a cheater. If he achieved everything he did honestly, any man could stand as tall as a god, smiling, saying that time always tells the truth.
I do think sports has already become so doped up that it is unfair for many to even get a toe in the door, and there probably are a few athletes not being honestly told by their trainers what they are being given.
But people want to believe in dreams and miracles, and we get another dirty stain for the ages.
Sigh.