Well, damn.

Discovery Channel Cycling Team Disbands

The Lance Armstrong era in cycling is over. Citing fractious leadership in the sport, constant doping allegations and the struggles of finding a new sponsor, Armstrong and the owners of his former Discovery Channel team said Friday the squad will disband after this season.

Armstrong said it was the perfect time to go out on top: Discovery's Alberto Contador of Spain won the team's eighth Tour de France title in nine years last month.

"It's a sad day for cycling. Certainly a sad day for American cycling," Armstrong said. "We're proud of our record."

The decision shuts down the sport's only elite professional team based in the United States. Armstrong retired from riding in 2005 but remained a visible co-owner of the team operated by Tailwind Sports.

Discovery announced in February it would not sponsor the team beyond this year. Team General Manager Bill Stapleton acknowledged difficulty securing new sponsorship with the sport under the constant pressure of doping allegations.

"It's not an environment right now that's conducive to a lot of investment," Stapleton said, adding the team was in talks with several potential sponsors. "This was a difficult decision, not made any easier by our recent Tour de France success."

This is a big blow to American cycling. Discovery was the only American team, and cycling is s sport where we have international standing.

Things are proceeding nicely.

Time home: approx 1 hour, 35 minutes.

Alcohol consumed: 1 can Budweiser, 1 glass Black Swan Shiraz.

Food consumed: Ha!

Carry on.

Strange dream

Yeah, fever dreams and all that, but this one was odd.

I was a NFL running back, and one of the best of all time. But I hated it. I had played college ball for the free education, and had entered the draft because it was expected of me, picked first by the Chicago Bears (I don't even know who would have had the first pick in 1988) and proceeded to run wild, but all the time I didn't fit in. In the dream I suffered from terrible shyness, and hated the attention; but felt obligated to my teammates and fans to keep playing.

At the end of my career, I was the career leader in yards and touchdowns by a running back. A double handful of MVPs, SuperBowl rings, and ProBowl selections. And I couldn't wait to dump it all in Lake Michigan and get away.

The last bit I remember is being told that I've been elected to the Hall of Fame and almost screaming into the phone that I was finally free of football and i wasn't going to take part. The line I remember is "Put me in your hall, leave me out, whatever. I am not part of this anymore!"

Pretty strange.