
One of the many things I've learned since moving west to Durango, Colorado is that cycling kicks ass. Bottom line. But I've got a radical idea concerning international competitive cycling...do away with it. Gone. Doneski. For a whole year. Let's break this thing down and start it over again. Tell these no good, cheating punks to find a living somewhere else.
Can somebody please stand up and be the next Lance Armstrong? Can somebody please stand up and be somebody, anybody, that isn't pumping illegal fluids into their blood stream? Please. How in the world has cycling turned into baseball? Sadly enough, Lance Armstrong is the reason for all this. He was too good for the sport. Yes, EPO was kicking almost thirty years ago but the truth is that the heavy stuff didn't start until Armstrong got the world wearing yellow bracelets. Everybody wanted to be Lance Armstrong. And many of the "professional" riders in the sport wanted it just a little too much. And like fishing with dynamite, the International Cycling Union started plucking dead beat cyclist from the "big head, small testicle" pool faster than you can say "Barry Bonds sucks under pressure."
The whole thing is sad. Respect for the sport of professional cycling is on the verge of death by syringe.
And although it isn't near the event in the heartland of Missouri that it is in southwest Colorado, eyes should be open to the fact that it's not just youth baseball players and young, macho men wrestlers striving to be donned "professional" in their respective sports that need to worry. All of a sudden, parents have to start worrying about their 15 year-old going out on a long road bike on a county road near you. How sick is that? Armstrong has faded, and many of the new names don't ring a bell; nonetheless, the Steve Nash's and the Albert Pujols' of cycling are going down faster than Lindsay Lohan can swallow a milligram of Valium. In this town, people believe there's a savior. The possible future of cycling resides only blocks away from this keyboard. Tom Danielson is dope free. He's clean. He's the real deal.
The locals swear by it. He swears by it. I've never met the guy, but my recent fondness of cycling has brought me to a single hope: Tom Danielson, you better be clean. Held out of the feature rider spot for Team Discovery Channel due to a life-threatening stomach illness, Danielson has resorted to watching this year's tour from the couch. "It's obviously very difficult to watch the race," said Danielson during a recent interview with the Durango Herald's Aaron Unterreiner. Spanning from the prospect of a feature rider to another angry viewer during this year's tour and it's doping fiasco has put Danielson in a tight spot when it comes to his sport. "I think all of us in the peloton of cyclists are asking this to stop, please stop - just stop," Danielson said. "If the message wasn't clear enough before, it's clear now. The sport is going to clean up. It looks bad for the sport, but at the same time it looks good for the sport."
Looks good? Kind of like Barry Bonds and Rafael Palmeiro look good for baseball? Supposedly, that isn't the kind of "good" Danielson was referring to. "It's gonna take time, it's gonna take messages. It's not worth it. It's not at all. We hope that the message is clear. Personally, watching the race, I think the sport will be in a better place after this black period."
The "black period" in cycling has hit an all-time low during this year's Tour in which four cyclists and two teams in the last week have withdrawn due to doping allegations, including, for the first time ever, a rider wearing the yellow jersey.
Cycling will never be as popular as baseball. But the fact is simple: it's a sport nonetheless. And just like every thing else, being the best and being famous comes with a mountain of pressure. And as the pressures continue to build up in every aspect of society, what we can hope for, as fans, is somebody to come along and revive the spirit of true competition once again.
As far as cycling goes, I don't know if Danielson is the answer or not. But it's time for professional athletes all across the globe to step up and be true professionals, and begin winning the old fashion way...with blood and guts.
