…the joke…is on…me…oh…shite…
Somehow stumbled over this today. Picked it up long-ago shortly after one of the three
Lance Armstrong cancer-cure fund-raising (?!?) “Ride for the Roses” in Austin TX my dear late brother (sole sibling) and I shared in the last three years of my brother’s life.
I hope before all here and above I have forgiven Armstrong. But that would not erase my deep sense of betrayal, especially on behalf of my brother. Oh, but, I hope, that latter part is OK: where I hope my brother now is, I think he also has forgiven this man, and, moreover, feels no betrayal at all. Besides…he’s the big brother…he’s quite capable of handling himself without my help!
And it needs to be said: we active cyclists (well, at the time, I was capable of being an active cyclist!) who followed Armstrong, we also are guilty. After TDF win #4, there was in the backs of our skulls this emerging, disturbing reminder, If it seems too good to be true, that is simply because it is too good to be true). But we chose denial. Or, we screened it out with a white noise of wanting it to be true, of wanting a hero in that wretched period of time.
So, justly, the joke indeed is on me.
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