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I just don’t get Lance Armstrong’s decision to throw in the towel. If he wasn’t blood-doping, he ought to stand his ground and fight. If he was doping, he ought to admit it. But walking away in a huff is sort of like hopping off your bike to walk it up a steep hill. Champions...

I tried to catch the Olympic spirit last night. I really did. Instead I got little bored and antsy. After watching the opening ceremony for little more than an hour, a good book beckoned. The incoherent extravaganza produced by Danny Boyle had the look and feel of a schizophrenic taking an oral...