Everyone is talking about Lance this morning and his decision to stop fighting with USADA. I woke up last night about 1:00 a.m. to get a bowl of cereal and saw the headline on ESPN, not sure when he announced it. Before I went back to sleep I thought about it for a while and realized I didn't care anymore but I was happy because I thought, "Now maybe it will end." I didn't know if he admitted his guilt or what until this morning. After hearing and reading about it I don't really have anything to say because Lance Armstrong doesn't make one "jot" of a difference in my life. I was riding bicycles while Lance Armstrong was still pooping yellow. Get it, pooping yellow? I crack myself up.
He sure is one greasy cowboy though.
My happiness came a couple of years ago when Alberto Contador beat Lance at his own game, and then when this photo surfaced it was like icing on the cake. Good luck Big Tex. Glad you came back.