I guess I should forgive him. I guess I should give him credit for putting himself through worldwide shame. I guess I should thank him for finally admitting his whole magnificent castle was built on sand and syringes and suckers like me. But I’m not quite ready. Give me 14 years, maybe.
You’re sorry, Lance? No, I’m the one who’s sorry.
This is how a thoroughly deceived sportswriter feels. Imagine who those who poured their hearts and souls into supporting his racing and charitable efforts must feel.