Go Spartanburg...I Mean Farmersville...

A couple of days ago it was unlikely that Floyd Landis would be the man standing at the center of the victors podium in Paris yesterday. He'd ridden his bike well for most of the last three weeks but one day, very late in the game, he fell apart in the mountains and even he questioned his chances at victory after that.

He has a leg he can barely walk on because he needs a hip replacement but he said he'd keep fighting and fight he did. Having the ride of his career and his life he made up over seven minutes in the final grueling mountain stage to reclaim his spot at the top. As an American it was sweet watching him cruise with that champagne glass in his hand. I'm sure it was sweet for Floyd too, to ride out of Lance Armstrong's shadow of dominance into the light of his own destiny. Yeah, and his last name is Landis!!!