Good! That's all I can say.
It's not a doping scandal. The sport is catching the rogues, and throwing them the f*** out.
You think the NFL is policing itself like this year after year? No, I don't think so.
Frequent commenter and Friend of the Rouleur (FOTR) Big Mike notes Beltran's forcible disappearance from the Tour below. It takes a special kind of stupid to be doping at this year's Tour, where the organizers signaled the games would be played under French rules, and the two best performing teams so far are the two most conspicuously anti-dope teams. Bob Roll notes that the French teams, which have sucked since France imposed heavy sanctions for doping, are having a good Tour as well. You know why that is? It's not because Sylvain Chavanel is suddenly a better rider. It's because everybody is somewhat cleaner. I'm sure it's not perfect, but it's obvious that it's better.
Yes, Beltran is a collosal asshat. France is a country that doesn't just take money and medals from dopers, it sends them to jail, with fairly minimal due process. And oh yeah, the French prison wardens don't take none of that crap about human rights laws requiring ESPN 8, The Ocho, HBO2, and Lifetime. A special, special kind of stupid.
Fortunately for web bloviators like myself, Beltran is that special kind of stupid. He gives us lots of material to fulminate over. Matter of fact, I'm so grateful, I'm going to change the blog header in honor of Beltran's jackassery.
For those familiar with the better rugby clubs of Her Majesty's Empire, upon which the sun only sets periodically, it is time to sing The Hymn in honor of Mr. Beltran.
I ask you all to rise, prepare to sing Gregorian chant in bass-baritone, and intone along with me:
HymmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnThank you. Let us go in relative peace, this afternoon's races, townline sprints, and TdF-watching booze sessions notwithstanding.