Is Floyd Landis the Biggest Jerk in Sports?

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Is Floyd Landis the Biggest Jerk in Sports?
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I'm not accustomed to writing articles on cycling. Yes, I am an avid road-biker and finished a grueling 45-mile ride this morning. But, I don't really follow the sport too closely until it's time for the Tour De France.

I just had to write a story about Floyd Landis.

For those of you not familiar with Floyd Landis, he was considered to be the third best cyclist that America has ever produced behind Greg LeMond and a guy named Armstrong out of Texas.

Landis was a world champion mountain bike rider and rode for the US postal service with Lance.

His parents were Mennonites. You know, those people whom even the Amish think are uptight.

He won the 2006 Tour De France in dramatic fashion. He was the 'heir apparent' to Lance Armstrong after his retirement.

That's where the story takes an ugly and dramatic twist.

Only days after winning the Tour, he was stripped of his title for testing positive for synthetic testosterone.

He would spend the next four years defending his name and his honor.

He wrote a book entitled "Positively False: The Real Story Of How I Won The Tour De France."

He spent millions of dollars on his legal defense fund. He lost everything. He even solicited hundreds of thousands of dollars for his legal fees from sympathetic fans.

He lost his wife in a bitter divorce in 2009.

He tried to make a comeback two years ago, only to be an afterthought and a non-factor in races.

He has a warrant out for his arrest in France for—you won't believe this—attempting to hack into the blood testing computers to change his results (apparently he didn't have Ferris Bueller over at his house for that one).

I'm not making this up.

In essence, he's lost everything defending himself and proclaiming his innocence.

So today, he comes out with a statement that goes against everything he has proclaimed from day one.

Yes, he was actually taking HGH, blood doping, and experimented with various other PEDs while he was on the US Postal Service team and racing in the Tour.

Come again?

I honestly cannot believe Landis didn't just walk away from the sport for two years (as required when one is caught using PEDs), keep quiet, and then make a comeback.

That's what the Europeans do.

What's worse, he's accused a bus load of other cyclists for using PEDs (including Lance Armstrong and his contemporaries, George Hincapie and Levi Leipheimer).

Conveniently, he doesn't have a shred of evidence for any of his allegations. I'm not even going to comment on the accusations against Armstrong because nobody cares! The guy has never been caught. It's over. It's done.

He's now saying he's coming clean to "clear his conscience."

In my opinion, he's coming clean because he's a spoiled, bitter, angry jerk that can't accept losing.

I used to be a huge Floyd Landis fan. He was gutty. He was talented. He was fun to watch. I really don't care if he was using PED's. I mean, it was the culture in cycling back then.

But to ruin your life defending yourself when you know that you're guilty?

What a rat.

What a fink.

What a moron.

In prison, he would be shanked for the shenanigans he's pulled.

Instead, he gets to live with bad karma and misery for the rest of his adult life.

He and Greg LeMond should get an apartment together and whine about how cheated they've been and how much better they are than Lance. They could have a self-pity party each and every night, maybe Tyler Hamilton could come over for some Xbox.

I don't care nearly as much about Floyd's cheating as I do about the accusations he has made against other cyclists. That's their issue, not his.

His career is over and he's squandered any opportunity he had at a life after his riding days within the cycling community.

It's sad and a waste of a talented rider.

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