Watching pro cyclist Lance Armstrong's insincere apology/excuse for why he cheated by using performance-enhancing drugs was amusing but completely unnecessary. Who thought he was clean?
OK, part of me wanted to believe, but I don't feel any different about him today than when I cheered him from my couch during his seven Tour de France wins.
Let the players play. Let them use all the drugs they want. Why should I care? They knew the risks and chose to get better at their craft and earn more money.