Last week I was reading in Bicycling magazine about how Tyler Hamilton got to keep his Olympic gold medal because the authorities lost his drug test B-sample,...and about how he’s on the Operation Puerto list,...and how he was recently booted off his team because of doping, etc. I began to think, "What is wrong with this guy?" "Why was I such a fan?" and, "Who in the world could sign him ever again?" That's when I come across a mention of this group of Tyler supporters who’s mantra is “BELIEVE.” Believe in Tyler? I would hope people were more objective than that, but hey, if people can believe O.J., why not Tyler? I figure if they want to believe that Tyler is some hapless victim of the well-oiled anti-doping police, then more power to them. Everyone needs to have a hobby. But then the story goes on to say that BELIEVE no longer is reserved to mean believe Tyler’s claims of innocence. It has instead evolved into something much greater. No, it doesn’t mean believe in yourself, or believe in God. It has evolved into believe in the power of the bicycle.
Say what?! Please people, if you want to be stupid go right ahead. But come on, at least you can come up with something better than that! Shoot, when I was three, my Mom told me that I could believe at least in myself. Heck, remember the ant that moved a rubber tree plant? Or the “little engine that could?” Even a choo choo train has enough common sense to believe in himself. So now we have devolved into believing in a bicycle?
