Friday, August 24, 2012
"For me, Williams is the classic ballplayer of the game on a hot August weekday, before a small crowd, when the only thing at stake is the tissue-thin difference between a thing done well and a thing done ill."
- John Updike, “Hub Fans Bid Kid Adieu”
Things used to be different. In a simpler time, Lance Armstrong only elicited one emotion in me: boredom. It was like Tiger Woods at the height of his powers. There was no competition, no suspense, no sport. For seven straight years, Lance went out from wherever
the le Tour de France
starts and ended up with a large enough lead to spend the last day coasting
through Paris and sipping champagne.* It was amazing the way he won for seven
years straight, but it wasn’t very exciting.