room for two

A sporting entry.

The Floyd Landis saga hit rock bottom last Friday when we discovered that his manager, Will Geoghegan, called Greg LeMond the night before his testimony to either 1) threaten him, or 2) scare him into not testifying. I've never known what to think about Greg LeMond after his career in cycling, and I don't know why he was testifying in the case, but he certainly seems to have been on the up-and-up in this case. Apparently, he called Landis and told him that sometimes the best thing to do is come clean and not live with some lie for the rest of his life. LeMond told him a story about his life that was completely uhknown to the public in an attempt to get Landis to do what was right. For his trouble in contacting Landis he got a late-night phone call from Landis' manager, while Landis admittedly was in the room, and was effectively threatened with disclosure of LeMond's secret. Landis clearly passed along information that was given in some type of confidence, not a crime, but clearly revealed in an attempt to be vindictive (for what?) and to save his own ass. Maybe it's the Hitchens in me coming out, but Floyd's idyllic religious upbringing clearly isn't anything that would lead him to do the right thing...or, to do the right thing. We find out this morning that his manager is checking into rehab because he "feels bad". Well done, Will. I think Floyd should join him. What an absolute ass. The sooner he's gone, the better.

T.