This post has nothing to do with the theme of the blog, but I need a place for it ...
I’ve found it interesting how people have reacted to the
Lance Armstrong breakthrough.
There’s the people who are personally hurt, even though they
didn’t personally know him. His story erected emotions in them that were then
attached to success, beating cancer, winning and all things good. He was accredited
with stirring up a fire in them and igniting will and courage to fight. Now
that it’s known he lied, it makes their fight, their story and their life…a
lie. Yea, that’s personal.
There’s the people who are upset at him for ruining their
first love: sport. He has made their sweat, pain, competition, early mornings,
losses, championships, teammates, childhood memories, memories last week…insignificant.
What is sweat, when you were training for a fixed match? What is pain, when
your competitor is cheating? What is a win, when it’s not a level playing
field? What is a loss, when it’s really a win? Then what has become of our
love? Does the pure enjoyment and competition of sport still exist, he has left
us wondering?
There’s those who are desensitized, who say, “Whatever, they
were all doing it.” This, to me, is the
saddest of all. It goes beyond a personal brokenness or losing the credibility of
sport. It’s the disillusionment of mankind. How easily we forget what kind of
people in history have said, “Whatever, they were all doing it.” The Nazis must
have agreed to kill millions of people in a similar fashion. The divorce rate
is up to 50% now, because it’s become OK, and often because it’s become a
rationalized and accepted act to cheat. Kids are picked on everyday in school,
because it becomes normal, and to get ahead, you have to join in. To me, Lance
Armstrong represents a large portion of what our world is veering toward. It’s
not new news. But it’s the biggest disappointment that we have experienced --desensitization
toward corruption -- being rubbed in our face. A big fat reminder, as if we
need one.
…Or do we? Because that brings me to the last reaction I
encountered: “I’m over it.” People who are sick and tired of hearing about
Lance Armstrong. Tell that to the people whose lives now feel like a lie, who
are questioning their greatest passion in life, and who have been affected by
someone who has given into corruption. I guarantee you they aren’t over it. We
can’t ignore the problems that face the society in which we live. We have to
fight.