Getting sick of the wall-to-wall Lance Armstrong on my TV now. I’m sure he’s a fine athlete and a great guy and all, but the thickness of the hyperbole wrapped around this guy is exceeding that of all seven of his yellow jerseys worn all at once. I actually heard an announcer on Discovery breathlessly exclaim “Lance Armstrong represents the very best in each and every one of us.” Uh…

He rides a damn bicycle. He’s not Jesus.

I don’t even think Jesus would like riding a bicycle. He was more of an on-foot type of fellow. Also, if the uncontrollable excitement of watching the live coverage wasn’t enough, now you can enjoy the stultifying exhilaration (double word score) of watching the endless, sickeningly over-analyzed replays. Yay! Now he’s biking on rocks! Yay! Now he’s biking on hills! Whoopee!

Make it stop now, thanks.