Floyd on Larry King
Innocent, innocent, innocent.
The doctor said it, "IT'S A JOKE." Nobody takes testosterone to recover from a tough day and boost up for a good recovery. Ridiculous. Floyd is awesome.
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Innocent, innocent, innocent.
Here's an article in cyclingnews.com that goes into several possible reasons for the positive result.
Let's talk about FACT. TESTOSTERONE IS NOT MAGIC. It is not like Popeye with his spinach, where you slap a testosterone patch on your scrotum and immediately you're Captain America. If you want positive benefits from doping with testosterone, you have to do it for WEEKS.
If he had been doing it for weeks, his other blood would be in question too. And it's not. Everyone's assuming he had a crap day on Stage 16, he went to the old can of testosterone, his muscles all went DING! and off he zoomed to victory. Untrue. One time use can make a positive test, but it does not affect performance. I will never, never, never believe that Floyd was doping. Never. This afternoon after practicing riding his two-wheeler, with training wheels removed only two weeks ago, Benny was planning his next bike ride, and he said, "I will try not to get too many downs." A down meaning... a fall. Then he went on:

I asked Benny to teach me what he knows about the human body:
Hey, I submitted the story of Benny's birth to a new blog called Birth Stories that a friend just started. It's up how here. If you have a birth story with pictures to go with, she's looking for lots more to post.
1. When Thor Hurshovd shows his grandchildren his yellow jersey all soaked with blood and gore, I hope he tells them he was attacked by a Frenchman with a machete or an ogre or a terrorist or something, and not that he was sliced open by some dopey tourist's plastic green hand-waver. I also hope that his team members went back to that line of tourists and beat the guy's head in.
Liking Jude Law has been elevated to the level of national pastime among my demographic. The last few movies I've seen him in, he was in his clever fop mode, and I started losing sight of why. In this movie, he was different. Spectacularly different. I never watched this movie when it came out, because I thought it was going to be sappy. It was not. The reason is Jude Law and his fierce, raw performance as the soldier dude who leaves the confederate army after coming back from the brink of death from a gunshot. He leaves to walk a thousand miles through a war zone, avoiding the home guard who want to put him back in the army. The reason he walks is Nicole Kidman, the awkward and beautiful belle he left back home in Cold Mountain, was being harrassed by locals and starved by the war. She wrote him a letter telling him she needed him back.
