I've decided to take a mini-break and head to The City of Lights. That's right, baby ... I'm headed to France. One of the highlights of this little trip around the globe is to catch the last leg of the Tour de France. As long as I'm on the sidelines watching the race, I might as well look for the leader, Michael Rasmussen ... he should be right there with me, ever since he got kicked out for lying to officials. He missed a couple of drug tests, so plenty of eyebrows were raised there.

What gives? Could it be possible that somebody was dishonest and it came back to bite them? Say it ain't so, joe! Think about how long this Danish dolt has been training for this race. Now it's all out the window because he wouldn't do things on the up-and-up.

No money or fame is worth your name, bub. Stick to being honest and you can sleep at night. In the meantime, it's travel time. I'm out. Good night and good luck.