A topic that surfaces every year around this time. A time when Armstrong
is dominating the rolling hills of Northern France. Of course, nobody
has any proof. It seems, these days, proof isn't a prerequisite for throwing
out outrageous accusations. Pick a target, toss as much mud as you can,
and see what sticks.
Which is a shame when
you consider that Lance Armstrong should be left alone to deal with the
more gratifying aspects of his life. Like dating a rock and roll star
and winning an unprecedented sixth Tour de France.
Armstrong has to think
to himself that "All I Wanna Do" is become the greatest cyclist
in the history of the Tour and spend some quality time with a hot rock
star. Why do I have to put up with all these unfounded questions about
illegal drug use?
When he's out on the
course with the rest of the peloton, passing fellow cyclists like they're
riding on flat tires, it must seem like "Every Day is a Winding Road."
A winding road that will eventually lead to a place in sports history.
I don't think there's
any question that Armstrong is "Strong Enough" to beat the field
into Paris. A recently published book once again accusing Armstrong of
"doping" has the French clamoring that the American rider is
a cheater. Lance is mad. The last thing these people want to do is make
Lance mad right before the start of the Tour de France.
If "The First
Cut is The Deepest," then Armstrong should be immune to this kind
of garbage, but he isn't. And he is using his anger to his advantage -
he'll be wearing the yellow jersey of a champion when the race is over.
It still amazes me
that Armstrong faces such animosity from the French. It seems that the
wine drinking, baguette eating crowd needs a history lesson. A reminder
of how things would be had it not been for US.
A lesson that I explained
quite eloquently in a Hogan's Alley column a few years back when Lance
was swiftly peddling himself toward a Tour de France three-peat:
The fact is, had
it not been for the efforts of American soldiers during WWII, this race
may have been called the Tour de Occupied France.
Flash back to
your high school history class: After the German invasion of France in
WWI, French War Minister Andre Maginot was committed to building an impenetrable
fortress along the German-French boarder. Two hundred miles of steel,
concrete and weaponry called the Maginot Line. It was fabulous. When WWII
started, the French felt safe. A German attack would be futile.
Skip to the punch
line: It didn’t take a genius (in fact, it only took the mind of
a maniac) to figure out what to do against such a formidable obstacle.
GO AROUND!! The Germans marched through Belgium into Northern France and
were partying in Paris in a matter of days.
I don’t
mention this “military blunder” in order to embarrass the
French – the fact is, I have read with great interest the post card
that details the “great modern military victories in French history.”
It took the American
operation Overlord – a.k.a. D-Day – a.k.a. the invasion of
Normandy – to drive the Germans out of Paris and back across the
Rhine. An awful lot of American lives were lost in the process. But, still
it seemed like a worthwhile endeavor.
Now the Frenchies
are lining up around the block to throw down their Francs on Michael Moore's
"blockbuster" fictional parody and are raving about its historical
significance. The history they should be honoring occurred 63 years ago
on a sandy, bloodied beachhead west of their beloved Champs-Elysees.
Lance Armstrong has
a great chance to do what no other cyclist has ever done. Win the Tour
de France six times. Put that in your history books, Jacque.
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