Detritus
The Lone Reader
As in, where is he? Are we blogging merely to say that we blog? Something to entertain the nieces and nephews? Have nothing to say about your boy LeBron's Finals, do you? Come on, now. We all have to maintain a standard here.
Lance Armstrong
Yet more circumstantial evidence, in the form of a book titled From Lance to Landis by a (possibly biased) longtime critic of his, David Walsh. But do we really need to hear more? It strains the imagination to think that, as the biggest star in the world's filthiest sport, Armstrong never juiced. His veins probably ran alphabet soup. He might have been the only reason anyone cared about cycling in America, and spent a brief period in the very forefront of this country's sporting consciousness, but now he's just another one-balled old crank trying his hardest to keep the wolves from his door. Sooner or later it will all tumble, which might be the best thing for him--nothing we love like redeeming a fallen hero. Larry King is already scheduling him in advance of the upcoming book tour.
LaRon Landry's Nards
Seriously. Right in the nuts! With a paintball gun!
3 comments:
I'm still reading, Cec.
The Lone Reader shall return. On the road, droppin' clutches and such. I have returned home and will be haunting the web once again.
I have several rebuttles in the works, and am impressed with the latest WAHCW. She'a a saucy one.
Ah, LeBron. It was a wonderful year, but the Spurs are pretty damn good. The Cavs frustrated their offense well enough, but couldn't muster one of their own. It's a make or miss league, boyz, and the Cavs missed.
Of course, I'm sure you're all well aware that the Spurs cannot qualify as a Dynasty. You've gotta successfully defend your title at least once, don't ya.
I'll be back.
Cheers,
Nate
Sir,
Is Lance not down to 0 balls? I thought he'd lost them both. I think you should google Lance Armstrong's Balls.
-- The Lone Reader
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