Hip to Be Square

Ah, damn it Floyd. I was holding out hope. Now it's all a legal maneuver. I want to believe you, but I'm afraid I can't. What's worse than the fact that you've been caught cheating is the fact that you're win, and soon to be subsequent stripping of the title, has tainted American cycling in the European peloton. The European peloton! Not exactly the bastion for clean living.

I'm sad. I wanted to believe the heroic effort on Stage 17. And, maybe, part of me still does. But that part is swayed by evidence and, sadly, it's mounting against you.

So this one's for you Floyd Landis. I hope something happens to prove the miracle maker and not the charlatan:

Whistler - All Apologies

And this one's to clean the taste out of my mouth and to convince me that next year is Levi's year. No one who has that much male pattern baldness could ever be putting a testosterone patch on his Mollies. And that's the way I like it.

Ben Lee - Catch My Disease