The Answer, My Friend, Is Blowin' in the Wind
Some miscellaneous thoughts:

Some faithful long-time blog readers might have noticed that I wait with glee for the day when Lance Armstrong is exposed as the doper I'm sure he is. They may also have noticed that I champion Tyler Hamilton, the next-door all-American kid. Well, no more. Ever since he left the Vuelta with a "stomach ailment" (the time-honored cover story for "I'm gonna fail the drug controls, so I'm dropping out") and it was then revealed that he tested positive for homologous blood doping not once but twice...now his teammate has tested positive. His friends and supporters have set up a website called BelieveTyler-dot-something, but it's such a farce. If blood tests reveal someone else's blood in your system you either have recently had a transfusion or you injected someone else's red blood cells. Simple as that.
Trust no one.
I'm disappointed because I thought it was his grit and determination that was slowly pushing him to the top of pro cycling. Boy, was I wrong. He was just taking some of those old East German Olympic Team vitamins. This is so disgusting that I won't even bother with links. You all can google it if you want.

I found this at the front of an old book that I pillage for collages. I'm going to frame it, of course. I can't decide if I should put it in my geek lair at home or in my office. It's true either way.

Have I posted this before? Literally, I mean, not in spirit.