From the files of "Wow, that's just too yukky"

The latest cycling news capturing headlines has nothing to do with doping. Maybe a little something to do with a dope.

It seems that Lance Armstrong, 36, was seen getting cozy with a former child actor in a New York Bar. She was seen perched on his lap, giggling like a school girl. Gosh, she's not far away from being a school girl.

The actress is 21-year-old Ashley Olson, the non-anorexic one of the Olson Twins who got their start in the crib on the TV show Full House.

Wow Lance, you trying to prove something? You leave your wife and kids for an older woman -- 40-something musician Sheryl Crow. Then dump that woman to shag a bunch more, including a girl who was born a mere six years before you started competing in professional cycling events with your first team, Motorola.

Man has one ball. But he's apparently putting it to good use.

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So, I Changed My Mind

More than four years ago, the blog and I parted ways. I needed a change. A whole lot happened in my world since then. I switched jobs a couple times. My kid went from an elementary school tween to a teenage high schooler. We built a new house and moved. Both my parents and my sister have passed. The world around me changed as well. Mass shootings, racism, the #metoo movement, a misogynistic bigoted narcissist in the White House ... go ahead, add to the list. Toss your woes into this dumpster fire we call 2019. I appreciate my previous sentiment, that I was no longer wandering. But let's be honest, we're all trying to find our way through this mess. I decided to reboot the blog to give myself a creative outlet, a way to sort through the confusion and frustration and attempt to make sense of it all. I have a voice, and I'm not keen to silence it anymore. Guess what? I'm back, bitches.

Holy Separated-At-Birth, Batman!

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In memoriam...

I remember the first time I heard the name "Les Anderson." A bunch of Wichita State University communication majors were sitting around on campus, talking about classes they planned to take. Several people warned me: watch out for Les Anderson. He was tough. He had a murderous grading scale. It was nearly impossible to get an A. They weren't kidding. But he wasn't tough just to be a tyrant. From his teaching sprang a fleet of incredible, successful journalists, writers, editors, broadcasters, public relations experts, advertisers, non-profit professionals...I could go on and on. Most importantly, he created a legion of people who wanted to make a difference in the world. The greatest gift Les gave to them all? He believed in them, cared about them for their own personal stories as well as the stories they told for class assignments or in the pages of his hometown newspaper. Les was my teacher. My boss. My mentor. My conscience. My champion. My friend. When I started c...

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