Growing up, I had many personal heroes. Many of these were from the sports world. As I grew older, I realized professional athletes came with a lot of nasty baggage. The only exceptions were Wayne Gretzky and Lance Armstrong.
I guess my list is now down to one.
Lance Armstrong today admitted to Oprah Winfrey that he used performance enhancing drugs to win the Tour de France, sources told ABC News.
A government source tells ABC News that Armstrong is now talking with authorities about paying back some of the US Postal Service money from sponsoring his team. He is also talking to authorities about confessing and naming names, giving up others involved in illegal doping. This could result in a reduction of his lifetime ban, according to the source, if Armstrong provides substantial and meaningful information.
So wait, it’s not enough for Armstrong to admit he’s a cheat and a scam artist; he has to rat out everyone else, too? Really? That’s how you want to be remembered?
This news hits me harder than most, because no one supported Armstrong (and trusted him) more than I did. I watched all of (or at least parts of) his seven Tour de France wins. I vigorously defended him against the doping charges, partly because he never failed a test, and partly because it was usually the frogs making the accusations.
And what do I get for this loyalty? A swift kick to the teeth.
For me, this admission poisons every single thing Armstrong has ever done. It poisons all the good works he has done. It poisons Livestrong.
I’m through with Lance Armstrong. He is dead to me. His name will never appear on this blog again.