I just watched Pantani, the Accidental Death of a Cyclist. It documents the rise of a young boy who shows talent in a nation and a sport and a time where massive doping to get even better was required. He went pro, he got popped...he thought it was unfair and got depressed and then died doing massive amounts of cocaine alone in a hotel room. Oh wait...spoiler alert? I forgot to say spoiler alert again, didn't I ? Fuck.
That's tragic, but here's the thing: At least he had the decency to fucking feel shamed. Lance's smug ass will probably live 40 more years wondering why people think he's a disgrace.
Why? because God hates us.