|This Is The Real Me|
I just want you to know that every time I watch a race I fake cheering for you. My cowbell is battery operated. My screams are a smart phone app. My camera doesn't have a memory card. You thought when you raced up that mountain that I was on the sidelines pouring my guts out for you. Turns out I wear a football helmet with deer antlers and hang out on mountain passes all the time. It was all a sham.
Remember when you saw me running with my Belgian flag and stabbing my devil’s pitch fork into the sky? You thought you witnessed my pure emotion, elation, joy, anger, and sympathy. But, that wasn't true. I save my woo-hoos and tears for things I truly care about.
Did you really think that when I shouted at my big screen, spilled my Mountain Dew on the carpet, and scared the cats by jumping on the cushions that I was truly cheering for you? I was totally bluffing when the attacks unfolded. I can’t believe you fell for the old pound the sofa and hide my face behind my fingers trick.
When cases of doping in cycling arise, I wish that was true. However, every time I watch a race, I show my true feelings and emotions for the sport of cycling. I cherish my autographs and photos. I plan vacations around major races. That's the true me. Whether it’s bonking and losing 20 minutes to the leaders or kissing the podium girl on the cheek, I expect I’m seeing the true you.
(Joe Note: This is the 3rd incarnation of this post. When news of doping in the sport arise, I revisit it and question it's relevancy. Since the first post in July of 2007, my feelings haven't changed.)