Well sure I had intended to blog yesterday, but then the news of Floyd Landis' alleged doping hit the wires and I had to refocus. It seem like cycling is about the dirtiest, drugiest sport currently in existence, with the possible exception of professional wrestling. If Landis turns out guilty - and I have my doubts at this point - then I suppose Mr. Periero takes the jersey, but how much was he tested? I dislike the notion that he's clean and untestable because he lost. Maybe there would be some way of ending this struggle? I propose a red jersey, awarded each year to the best finish by a rider hopped up on 'roids. Alternately, a pink jersey with little frills around the waist could be awarded to the best finish by a rider who is actually, legitimately, "don't have to test his B sample" clean.
Under a deadline of sorts at Knoll today. Our report draft, project description, resumes, and final PPT deck are all due to various people for various reasons at various points throughout the next three days. It's almost fun to have a little pressure to wrap things up on a Friday afternoon once more; reminds me of those heady days of emailing CAD drawings hither and yon before powering down and heading out to Sarasota's Old Salty Dog for grilled chicken Caesar salad with Drew and Kim.
Friday, July 28, 2006