Lance Armstrong -- Failed Father & Husband

So Lance Armstrong won a seventh Tour de France. Who cares? That tour isn't the greatest European race. That title belongs to the Giro d'Italia, as any real cyclist and cycling fan knows. The fact is that the Tour 'allows' (by not looking for 'em) the use of oxygen expanding drugs by competitors and the Giro does not. The Giro is a much harder and longer race too.

Mr. Armstrong didn't win the race without help. He has a great team. They blocked other teams' riders, they set the pace for Armstrong, drafted for him, etc. etc. You can't win a bicycle race unless your team mates go the extra mile, so to speak, for you. So bully for Armstrong, but hurrah for his team! He had a great team.

Does it matter that Armstrong 'survived cancer'? Lots of people survive cancer because the pull of Life is strong. There's nothing heroic in the act of doing what you have to do to go on living. What would have been heroic about Armstrong is if the media could write:
Lance Armstrong, a good father and Husband.

But they can't write that because Lance ignored his wife and children for the acclaim of fame. Now he's shacked up with a two-bit whoring 'rock' star, Sheryl Crowe. If you click on the header to this entry, you'll see a picture of Lance and Sheryl. It's quite interesting how much alike they look. Narcissism at its best. So I guess Lance 'wins' again; he gets to look into eyes that look just like his where he can see his own reflection looking back. Ditto Sheryl.

May they live love and laugh about as long as narcissists usually can in the company of other narcissists.

Not feeling well, all this media fawning over 'stardom' (aka, flash in the pan) is making me ill.