Lance Armstrong: Are You as Angry as I Am?

We all know what Lance Armstrong is going to tell Oprah today. "I got caught up in wanting to be the best…" blah blah blah.

Too late. Way too freaking late.

I don’t care that we’ve seen this a million times before. It still disgusts me. How dare any of these pompous, arrogant, selfish, cheating fools stomp their feet, point their fingers, threaten their accusers and swear on so many graves that should be sacred to them that they are clean.

How can they possibly do that?

No, seriously. How can they possibly do that? “I was lying then but telling the truth now because…. “

Because you want somehow to protect the name your mama gave you. How would she feel about your lying, dirty, false declarations of innocence, hmmm?

Don’t you dare try and tell us anything else. You thought you could get away with lying, and once exposed, suddenly you want to play good guy.

Too late. Way too freaking late.

You’re a bad guy, Lance. Just like the others before you.

I know, I know. What about his great work with Livestrong? There’s no denying the good his organization has done. But I am pretty skilled at compartmentalizing.

Livestrong = good.

Armstrong = schmuck.

You know what I can’t figure out: Why can’t these athletes just come clean in the first place?

“I wanted to be the best I can be and got caught up in doing anything I could to accomplish that.”

We would understand. We really would. You know what we don’t understand?

Being lied to!

I’m not going to get into the allegations of bullying and threatening his teammates. Or of defrauding the United States Postal Service, for which Armstrong might be in serious trouble.

I want you all to pay attention here. Don’t develop relationships with anyone who isn’t really in your life. Players, coaches, musicians, actors, politicians. None of them know you. And you learn time after time that you don’t really know them.

None of them are actually part of your life. They are entertainment. Hobbies. That’s it.

In the end bad, guys get theirs. For Armstrong, it’s the end.

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