Concerning Lance Armstrong

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This last week, Oprah had her much-advertised interview with current cycling pariah Lance Armstrong.  After several months of him being drummed out of the sport and from the board of his charity for his history of doping, he went on TV and admitted that he had done all those things that people thought he did.  I don't know why this interview was supposed to be interesting, except to hear him sit there and eat poo.

The day it first aired, I was going to make an elaborate and overly earnest satire post about the fact that he was ruining his career, and how he shouldn't say such things because people will lose faith in what he's doing!

And then I realized I didn't care.

He cheated.  It's been apparent for quite some time that he had.  And while he managed to be slightly more clever about it than all the guys who were caught sooner, he still cheated.

And that's his legacy.  All of those bracelets, all those races, all that cancer recovery: that goodwill has been squandered.  I'm not personally disappointed or disenchanted because of his behavior.  But I am fascinated at how long he went on denying when it became rather obvious that he might very well be cheating.

But then, they all do, don't they?