Sports Illustrated‘s Rick Reilly tells us about Lance’s victory:
It was pudding, this sixth Tour de France win for Lance Armstrong. Easy as a Sunday ride with your arthritic aunt. He could’ve won it while doing his taxes.
Except when spectators were spitting on him.
Except when they were flipping him off with both hands, cussing him, mooning him, throwing their beer and water at him, slandering his girlfriend, screaming at him, “Dopé!” (Doper) and “Trucier!” (Cheater).
In stage 16, over the most famous mountain in cycling, Alpe d’Huez, the French, Germans and Basques did all that and more, flapping flags in his face, donning grotesque animal masks and daring him to run them over, scrawling four-foot-high insults in chalk on the pavement he had to cover.
“It made me sick,” said Armstrong’s girl, rocker Sheryl Crow, who rode in the chase car directly behind him that day. “I wanted to jump out and spank some of these people. It was just hateful. Here is the greatest athlete of our generation competing in the hardest sporting event in the world, and they act like that?”
They do — more than ever.
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But swallowing the Tour de France whole is not why Armstrong will be back for seven, if not eight. He will be back because he beat 14 tumors and 4-in-10 odds of surviving, and now he flies up Alps and gives people hope. He’ll be back because he’s the poster boy for living. He’ll be back because the gift is not his bracelets, the gift is him.
So if you think it’s a damn shame that one of the five greatest athletes in American history performs eye-bulging feats in front of almost none of his countrymen, then go to Alpe d’Huez next summer. Go and line that mountain with 10 times the countrymen Armstrong has ever seen there.
Then we’ll see how much spitting goes on.
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