While listening to the radio this morning, I heard a sports update by Keith Olberman. This is a brief feature that highlights one or two major stories in the world of sports, and has commentary as well.
Ordinarily I like Olberman’s take on things. But today just pissed me off.
He announced that Sports Illustrated has named Lance Armstrong its Sportsman of the Year; an honor which is long overdue, in many people’s opinion. I was starting to wonder if Lance had to scale Mt. Kilamanjaro in his skivvies to earn SI’s recognition.
But Olberman then went on a tirade which smacked of petty vitriol, bespoke a definite agenda, and appeared to be nothing so much as trying to knock Armstrong off whatever “pedestal” he had been placed.
Olberman’s contention was that Armstrong was a rat and a weasel for crossing a picket line in order to make a commercial. Armstrong had joined that union to be able to make commercials in the first place, and when they struck, he ignored the picket line. Olberman pointed out cynically that at the time, Armstrong made the rationalization that he was a cancer survivor and needed the money to help support his family. To which Olberman responded that there were probably plenty of other people who were on strike who also had cancer in their families and could probably have used the money they would have earned by breaking a picket line.
Don’t misunderstand, I’m neither for nor against Armstrong’s crossing the picket line. At least, as far as this is concerned. That’s not the issue. I’m not complaining that this is not a valid point, for what it’s worth.
I’m angry that Olberman took it upon himself to use this particular event in Armstrong’s career to get up on a soapbox and make a plea for union solidarity. Agenda, Keith? I know you’re supposed to provide commentary on such things, but if tossing a turd in the punchbowl like this is your idea of journalistic integrity, I have news for you – it made you sound petty and puts you in the camp of people who go to the opposite end of the extreme, trying to pick apart people who persevere and achieve.
Lance Armstrong is not a god. He’s not a paragon of virtue. He beat cancer and is an inspiration, but he’s a flawed human being. As are we all.
It would have been nice to give him this moment of recognition for the high points in his career without dredging up his flaws and mistakes.


