I never thought I would say this, but a strange thing happened in my brain today. It happened in the part of the brain associated with feelings, sense, memory, a completely non-verbal area. It was the mental and emotional equivalent of a kick in the gut. I am not a competent enough writer to describe it in full detail, so I will have to bottom-line it for you:
I miss Pat McQuaid.
There it is. After giving Cookson some time before making a judgment I guess I realized cycling isn't as entertaining. To put it bluntly, at least if cycling fans were going to get FΥčקΣΔ by UCI, at least McQuaid reached around with a little entertainment. The cheating aided and abetted by Cookson/UCI is just so, for lack of a better word--clinical. It is a good thing I still enjoy riding my own bike because this year's UCI racing which I usually enjoy continues to be completely and utter wasted on me. I just feel bad now for the guys who get physically injured doing whatever it is they're doing out there.