Floyd, Floyd Floyd - we almost trusted you. You were different than all those HGH injecting, transfusion getting, drug popping cyclists. You were the nice little mennonite boy made good. Hard work and an honest life. You were the paragon of all that is good in the American dream. Now you're just Carl Lewis (insert any track athlete randomly here) with training wheels.
Now you're just another excuse making guy. I like the beer and liquor defence. It seems that drunks get horny so there must be an impact on testosterone. You should try Justin Gatlin's rogue masseur defence now that they have found that the testosterone was synethetic. Maybe the worm at the bottom of the tequila bottle was on the juice?
Maybe we should have two divisions in cycling - stock and modified??
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