There's a danger to having a taste for histories and biographies. It's inevitable: you get attached to a person, or a particular story; you have a romantic idea of how things were, and then Wham! There always comes a book that knocks out your paradigm from beneath your feet. Case in point (and not to pick on my co-blogger), Joe was a huge Lance Armstrong fan. He read Lance's book, and then made me read it. He immersed himself in the Tour de France, and dragged me along for the ride. (Full disclosure: I can be talked into watching most any non-golf related sport, so, yeah, it wasn't that big a fight) He also defended Armstrong, loudly and repeatedly. Anytime anybody would bring up doping, they would be met with "MOST TESTED ATHLETE IN THE WORLD!" End of discussion.
