Truly a strange day. A strange day to add to a very strange last 7 days. Who would have said that this time last week we would be looking at Contador & Ullrich banned, but Armstrong getting away with it? Not me, that's for damn sure.
The Ullrich case really is the icing on a pretty tasteless cake. To think that possibly the most naturally talented cyclist of this or any generation goes down because his only choice was to compete in the arms-race, that stirs my soup big-time. And to add to that, the bloke who was no doubt contributing to Ullrich's bad choices walks away free. Rich and free. Smug, rich and free.
It's been an awful week for all of us who've loved cycling within the last 20 years. Jan Ullrich could have been the greatest GT rider of all time, but the game changed around him and he was never cynical enough to fully exploit the horrible new world in which he found himself.
The guy will always have my respect. He feels shame for what he did and now competes in Grand Fondo races for fun rather than paying $1m to get a pro slot at Kona. Anyone with half a clue about cycling knows that the career of Jan Ullrich was a career of gloriously unfulfilled potential, not because it was his fault, but because he was working in a world where right and wrong no longer mattered.
The UCI slowed itself today. I'm ashamed, TRULY ashamed that Pat McQuaid is an Irishman. He doesn't repsesent me or my countrymen.
My only hope is that Jan spills the beans now. There's some soup which needs some spit in.