I understand the betrayal behind the hoopla about Lance Armstrong’s reluctant admission that he was doping. For so many years, thorough so many triumphs, we thought his wins were because he was like Batman: He dedicated himself so completely to his sport that he:
- didn’t have a normal life (as Batman did with protecting Gotham City),
- trained his body to perfection, despite the pain and injury (just like Batman),
- focused almost exclusively on his goal (like Batman’s single-minded devotion to his goal), and
- seemed more than human. Certainly his feats seemed heroic in the way that sports performances sometimes are.
We admired his dedication and performance. And even though his accomplishments were beyond almost all of us (just like Batman’s, even if we had his millions of dollars), we admired him and were inspired by him. Just as some of us are with Batman.
Now we find out that he wasn’t like Batman. He procured superpowers. So he was really like Spider-Man or the Flash, except they developed their superpowers by chance. Armstrong went looking for them. And once he had them, he still passed himself off as a fully human superhero like Batman. Perhaps we might even consider him a superpowered villain, since his gains were ill-gotten.