Barring a disaster on Sunday on the Champs Élysées, Lance Armstrong will finish in third place in this year’s Tour de France. He is not going to get the yellow jersey this time. How will that feel to the 37-year-old, seven-time Tour Champion who made a miracle comeback from cancer and now a comeback to the world’s toughest cycling race? Perhaps a bit disappointed but content. He’s matured since the early days of the Motorola, U.S. Postal and Discovery teams. He’s been on the front cover of every major magazine and on a Wheaties box. He’s dined at the White House, rubbed elbows with Hollywood stars, played a bit part in the movie Dodgeball and made serious bucks for cancer research. I hear a lot of people say they either love or hate Armstrong. I’d like to think that most like him not only for what he’s done for the Tour, the sport of cycling or for the fight against a horrible disease but for passion. Amor.
And don’t forget, like the Terminator, he’ll be back to race next year’s Tour. Chapeau, Armstrong.
–Le Tour Babe