Don’t you love the sound Of the last laugh my friend Don’t you love the sound Of the last laugh at the end -Mark Knopfler- I’ve long been a fan of the great film Les Miserables starring Liam Neeson and Geoffrey Rush. If you haven’t seen it go , now, and rent it tonight on Netflix. It’s an amazing film about redemption and the warped pursuit of justice at all costs. It so reminds me of the real life scenes being played out these days between Travis Tygart and Lance Armstrong. Tygart seems to have a vendetta against Armstrong that must be accomplished no matter the fallout that will forever effect the popularity of the sport of cycling. Let’s face it. Lance Armstrong put cycling on the map. Now that he’s gone, only those who actually consider themselves cyclists are apt to follow it. And those who found themselves inspired by the Lance Armstrong story will most likely always be inspired. Here’s the thing. Lance Armstrong has done more for the good of mankind than any other athlete in history. His Livestrong foundation is only second to the Susan G. Komen foundation in raising cancer awareness and financial contributions toward research and finding a cure. In August of 2000 I was diagnosed with testicular cancer. Mine was, fortunately, caught early, and was one of the less aggressive forms of the disease (There are 7 different types of testicular cancer.) Armstrong’s was much more aggressive than mine was. I also had one hell of a great urologist, Dr. Ed Eigner, from Denver. I was one of the lucky ones, blessed, if you will, to survive. There wasn’t a day that went by that Lance Armstrong didn’t inspire me. During 8 grueling weeks of radiation treatments he inspired me and the following 8 weeks as the radiation peaked and finally abated, Lance Armstrong inspired me. Travis Tygart’s life will inspire few if any. His legacy is one of a pathetic man hellbent on bringing down one of the most influential athletes of our time at any cost. His mission is accomplished. Thankfully, so is Lance Armstrong’s.