Wrote it, said it, tweeted it: "He's clean." Put it in columns, said it on radio, said it on TV. Staked my reputation on it.
"Never failed a drug test," I'd always point out. "Most tested athlete in the world. Tested maybe 500 times. Never flunked one."
Why? Because Armstrong always told me he was clean.
On the record. Off the record. Every kind of record. In Colorado. In Texas. In France. On team buses. In cars. On cell phones.Um...what? Didn't you at one time pride yourself on being some sort of "reporter"? You couldn't have taken a few minutes to dig around and find out about these drug tests? No no, of course not, your man-crush Lancy-pants said so, so that's that. This is like nobody bothering to make a phone call to see about Manti Te-o's's girlfriend. I mean, way to go guys. I look forward to your next article of indignation, that you trusted Lindsay Lohan as your bff and now she's betrayed you!
Fuck you. You didn't do your job, so now we hafta hear you sniveling like a schoolgirl stood up at the dance.
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