I started to watch the Tour de' France a few years ago to see Lance Armstrong. Not so much out of nationalistic pride, but rather to see somebody who is that good at something preform. He did not let me down. He was amazing to watch. But then I started to notice that the French countryside was in itself worth watching. And finally I started to enjoy watching the race itself. It is quite a thing top see somebody stand up on his petals and just walk away from the rest of the riders as he flyies up a massive mountain.
It is another thing entirely to read the news the next day about how that rider was in violation of doping.
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Sad but true...
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