One of the better pieces I have seen (in the Sports Section) on Lance, and the comments of a number of yellow wristband wearers, and the need to come clean:
It starts with: “I am sorry.” He needs to confess to his sins, to reveal to the world that there was always a man beneath the myth, a man too proud, too stubborn and too fallible to come clean. A brash, trash-talking Texan, who beat cancer then went out and beat the world, on a bike.
Not once. Seven times.
And yes, he fooled us, and yes, he was the author of a great big and ongoing lie, but along the way he founded a cancer-fighting charity that has raised $500-million. Lance Armstrong, the man, not the myth, made a difference. How many superstar athletes can say that?
It is not a reason to wear a yellow wristband, but if you already own one, it might be reason enough to put it away somewhere safe.
“I didn’t cut my bracelet off,” Mr. Powers says. “I put it in my office drawer. I still hold out some kind of hope that I will be able to put it back on some day.”
And perhaps fatal to his reputation is the Gawker photoshop competition for new yellow wristbands: ‘Livewrong,’ ‘Liestrong.’