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! Read more