Son D. keeps picking up the newspaper: "Look, Mama! The Red Sox!" He's excited to see my favorite baseball team in our local paper.
I don't have the heart to tell him why Gagne (formerly of the Red Sox, now of the Brewers) is on the front page (the *entire* front page) of our local paper.
Husband D. was a competitive cyclist, back in the long-ago days of no-kids, no-wife, no-mortgage. Back when he could ride his bike for 3-4 hours/day and no one thought that was an unproductive use of time.
If we had a dollar for every time someone mentioned to him how "Cycling is riddled with illegal drug use," we'd be rich. Time and again, he'd assert that so many cyclists have been caught because they are actually tested. For everything - drugs, caffeine levels, you name it. Football? Baseball? They look the other way. They hand out painkillers on the airline flight home. Needless to say, he wasn't too surprised by any of the news yesterday.
....but am I a bad person if I was secretly happy to see Clemen's name on the list?