
Anyone who’s known me for more than ten seconds knows I have an almost hero-worship type relationship with Lance Armstrong. As far as I’m concerned no one will ever be able to touch his greatness.
Seeing pictures of him crossing the finish line today just solidified one thing. No matter what the organizers did to make it harder for him to win… No matter what his opponents did to train harder… No matter what equipment they bought… No matter what dope they took… No matter what rule changes, harassment by fans, personal tragedies, or team shortcomings fell in his way, here we sit at the end of his seventh consecutive Tour de France win and we can only marvel at the unbelievable accomplishment this is.
The sport of cycling will certainly not be the same without Lance. Some people in Europe will be quite happy to see him go. Rightfully so, I imagine. No one else was winning that race while he was in it.
That, no matter what you think of the man himself, is a true mark of greatness.
Thank you, Lance, for representing our country with such pride and giving us something to cheer about at the end of the Tour.