Floyd Landis, the American cyclist whose 2006 Tour De France victory was nullified after a positive doping test, has sent a series of emails to cycling officials and sponsors admitting to, and detailing, his systematic use of performance enhancing drugs during his career. The emails also claim that other riders and cycling officials allegedly participated in doping, including seven-time Tour de France winner Lance Armstrong.

– Reed Albergotti and Vanessa O’Connell, Wall Street Journal.

And so concludes a run of public denial and bald-faced lies hilarious enough to make Roger Clemens look like Honest Abe. No word on why Landis fessed up now, though he claims he wanted to “clear his conscience.”

If you weren’t forced by your work to follow cycling in 2006, you might not know that Landis tried to explain unnaturally high testosterone levels by claiming he was out drinking the night before his test (during the Tour De France, because lots of successful cyclists break from the grueling, 2,200-mile race to get all liquored up), and then suggesting that he’s just some special superman who produces twice as much testosterone as everyone else. Because, you know, Floyd Landis is obviously the face of immense virility.

And because, of course, having the type of testicles capable of producing twice the normal amount of testosterone wouldn’t in any way make cycling unbearably uncomfortable.

Also, if you’ve never followed international cycling, you might not realize that every single person who has ever been on a bike has endeavored some sort of illegal doping activity. No term was bandied about on the now-defunct WCSN.com more than “disgraced cyclist,” because international cycling, for those who get broken up about cheating athletes, is a complete disgrace.

Oh, and I almost forgot the most ridiculous part: At some point, cycling legend Greg LeMond told Landis about the sexual abuse he endured as a child, and Landis detailed his doping regimen to LeMond.

And so when LeMond was preparing to testify against Landis in court, Landis’ business manager — from a listed number — placed a threatening call to LeMond during which he said, no joke, “Hi Greg, this is your uncle. I’m going to be there tomorrow… and we can talk about how we used to hide your weenie.”

Floyd Landis: One weenie apparently unwilling to go into hiding.