Look, the title of this blog is not a statement and nor does it necessarily reflect the author's full, measured opinion. It's a rhetorical question that should be asked - especially on a day that seems to have inevitably left a bitter taste in the mouths of many.
Someone once said, "Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose" (The more things change, the more they stay the same). It's a phrase uttered often in the world of cycling with its litany of doping scandals through the ages.
After Gewiss it was US Postal and Discovery. Then when Sky began to dominate races in a way - pointed out by many, lazily - that was as demonstrative as Lance Armstrong's team's total domination, fingers began to point in the general direction of Dave Brailsford's robotic army.
There was more tongue wagging than in a plucky solo mountain breakaway with Thomas Voeckler.
Bradley Wiggins - when he picked up his first leader's yellow jersey at the end of stage seven, won by Chris Froome - got very cross. He refused to answer any questions. Called journalists a bunch of c****. This provoked yet another attack by the tongue waggers (Voeckler did, indeed, win two mountain stages that year).
A year on, and Chris Froome has won the first mountain-top finish of the Tour. You see, he's 2013's Wiggins and so this time it's him who's picked up his first yellow jersey. Oh, and funnily enough, his pre-Tour programme mirrored Wiggo's quite uncannily, with identical overall victories in Romandie, Paris-Nice and the Dauphine.
Plus ça change, eh?
Froome's winning ascent of Ax 3 Domaines, coupled with team-mate Richie Porte's swashbuckling second-place, fanned the flames of suspicion. Hadn't we seen such scenes before (answer: yes, last year - to an extent; but so what?).
It put Froome third on the all-time list of best times for the climb behind Roberto Laiseka and Lance Armstrong in 2001, they said - in a bid to raise eyebrows, forgetting that this conveniently ignored a whole gamut of variables and race situations.
Look - Sky were great, but they weren't that great. When they were driving the pace on the Pailheres, it wasn't just Nairo Quintana of Movistar who managed to edge ahead: Robert Gesink, Thomas Voeckler and Pierre Rolland all managed to open up daylight (although only Rolland could sustain it to the summit).
A couple of kilometres into the final climb, and Sky's dastardly duo had blown their rivals into the water. But who are these rivals?
A Spaniard who has not been at his best since 2010, the year he was banned for a doping offence which he blamed on a piece of meat.
A Spaniard who sat out two years of his career for a doping offence he denied, one who has never really been a major player at the Tour.
A Spaniard whose best Grand Tour performances have always come in the Giro and Vuelta, one whose season has been disrupted by injury.
Two Dutchmen who have never been GC forces on the Tour.
A Luxembourger who misses his brother and has finished just a couple of races since breaking a bone in his pelvis last spring.
An Australian who was already the oldest post-Tour winner when he rode to success (in the absence of many of his top rivals) two years ago.
The list goes on - and it begs the question: shouldn't we be laying into Froome and Porte for only taking four minutes out of Andy Schleck and Cadel Evans?
The truth is that Sky's opposition just isn't up to much - and the performances of this weakened opposition on Ax 3 Domaines were consistent with post-biological passport levels.
Is it so hard to believe that a team feted for its seemingly legitimate (and actually quite banal) training methods and scientific approach to the sport have beaten riders who perhaps still ride on feel and with their hearts, not heads?
In short, that numbers have beaten letters in a game of Sudoku?
Do we really believe that any team can get away with a systematic doping programme knowing the current climate of cycling and knowing about all the retrospective analysis that will be done?
Do we really think that a young rider like Peter Kennaugh, with a haul of junior world championship track medals and one Olympic gold medal, would be prepared to jeopardise his career and livelihood by going into some kind of sordid doping cahoots with the same same coach who helped him develop and get so far in the first place?
In Valverde and Contador, Froome has shown up convicted dopers who are presumably no longer on the sauce. Is it so hard to believe that someone who, we must assume, has not had to supplement training with syringes is coming out on top of riders who - in their 30s - are having to learn how to do things a new way?
Saddles doesn't have the answers - just the questions.
David Millar - a rider who knows a thing or two about cheating, as well as doing things the right way - certainly fears that Sky are being covered in muck thrown at them by fans for whom the appealing aspect of the sport they follow seems to be more the doping aspect than the actual riding.
"Sky rode a perfect race and for the record, I believe they are clean and they deserve respect and admiration for it," Millar said.
Aesthetically, Saddles is not complaining. Sky have added attacking flair to their well-drilled wattage routines this year - and it's quite fun to watch.
One the one hand you have Porte with his rubbery face, grizzled determination and brute force translated down from his broad shoulders and bulky torso into his warm butter-knife pedal strokes.
Then there's Froome, all elbows and knees - like a Praying Mantis taking a dump on a coat hanger; his dripping face showing more emotion than an entire episode of Dawson's Creek.
Together they're quite the combo - and the only thing to cast doubt over Froome's assurances that they are "100 per cent clean" is the old adage, "plus ça change".
Until someone has some concrete evidence, Saddles doesn't really have any gripes with Sky or what they're doing - certainly not when they ride as aggressively as that.
Contrary to the 2012 Tour, fans on Saturday were treated to the money shot after a lot of foreplay; last year Wiggo and Froome caressed and groped - but neither of them pulled the trigger until they were tugging away alone, racing against the clock.
The only thing Saddles will question was Porte's reaction to Quintana's attack when asked about it following the stage. "We were never worried," he said. "What was he thinking? I think he reads too much in the papers about attacking."
It was a classless comment directed at undermining a young talent who had dared to venture off-script. That said, after the performance Porte had just put in to neutralise the threat, we can probably forgive him for his arrogance.
Still, it's better to be a dope than doped.
IS THE RACE OVER?
Marc Madiot certainly thinks so. Keeping in sync with his usual post-stage demeanour, the FDJ boss was fuming at the finish after his GC hope Thibaut Pinot came home almost six minutes down.
"It's all over. Oh, yes. That's definite. It's over. There you go. The Tour is finished," he harrumphed (according to an inside source on the race).
It seems crazy to think that - especially with five mountain stages and two time trials to go. But then again, should Sky continue their trajectory on Sunday, then both Froome and Porte do a one-two in Wednesday's ITT, then it would, in the words of Madiot, effectively be "over" by the time the juicy Alpine stages have even begun.
But that's a long way to wear yellow, deflect and absorb relentless attacks - both on the bike and in the press room.
Even if the battle for GC is effectively over - which it isn't, not just yet - why should that matter?
As a neutral fan, you can enjoy an entire football season even if one team - like Manchester United in the 90s - runs away with the title. Every stage of the Tour can contain the equivalent of a whole month's football fixtures - all played out between different individuals and teams. What's more, there are just as many jerseys as cup competitions in any one season.
Should Sky have this one wrapped up, then doors will be open for other memorable performances. This could even end up being the People's Tour, where rank outsiders leave their mark on the madness and mayhem. Bring it on!
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "They're dropped. They're dropped. All of them." Froome sums up the situation to Porte on the final climb before making his final decisive attack.
HOT OR NOT
HOT: Despite Richie Porte's disparaging jibe, Nairo Quintana set the race alight with his attack on the Port de Pailheres. What was he thinking, Richie? Well, probably that he could win the stage. If not, then he'd settle for the Souvenir Henri Desgrange prize for crossing the highest summit of the Tour in pole position and the white jersey as the race's best young rider.
Not bad for a 23-year-old, Richie... indeed, at Quintana's age, you were still running the gamut of local races in Australia and were a year away from your first performance in the Baby Giro. (American readers - imagine Saddles has ended this paragraph with a 'Just saying').
Frenchman Christophe Riblon deserves a Hot tag simply for his sentimentality of trying to win on the same climb where his only previous Tour success came back in 2010. Unfortunately for Riblon, lightening only seemed to strike twice for Team Sky on Saturday.
Finally, a round of applause for Belkin's Dutch duo Bauke Mollema and Laurens Ten Dam for their rides. No one expected them to be in the mix on the GC after the first big mountain stage of the Tour but their performance was a whole lot more convincing that that of Saxo-Tinkoff duo Contador and Kreuziger.
NOT: We've got so used to the sight of Europcar in a break that you feel a sense of let-down when they're not part of the day's main break. Not to worry, for both Thomas Voeckler and Pierre Rolland did have a pop apiece on the Col de Pailheres - although to little end. Voeckler's five-minute cameo up the road in pursuit of Robert Gesink was commendable but flawed, while Rolland did secure the polka dot jersey once again - although was categorically humbled by Quintana at the start of the final climb before slipping to almost five minutes down the standings.
BMC's Tour is pretty much over after back-to-back collapses from their two leaders. First Tejay van Garderen popped on the Pailheres, seemingly ending BMC's leadership question; then Cadel Evans shipped four minutes, seemingly ending the relevance of any ostensible leadership gain. So, all in for Philippe Gilbert on the undulating sprint stages, then?
Saddles was going to slag off the host nation for having just two riders in the top 20 - and the best placed of those being 36-year-old Jean-Christophe Peraud in 18th place. But then Saddles looked a bit (a lot) further down the GC and saw that the first Italian is Europcar's Davide Malacarne in 30th place.
STAGE 9: SAINT-GIRONS – BAGNERES-DE-BIGORRE, 168.5KM
Every neutral fan would love to see one of the main GC riders who aren't in Team Sky do a Landis (but without the whisky) and have a long pop. That would be quite something - although would take a brave man to attack on the first of five climbs.
This one probably has Thomas Voeckler’s name written all over it: firstly, it is an almost carbon copy of stage 16 from last year’s Tour, from Pau to Bagneres-de-Luchon, which Voeckler won after breaking clear of his fellow escapees on the last ascent of the day; secondly, Voeckler shipped a whole load of time on Friday precisely so that he’d be free to give it his best on Sunday.
The French veteran, who has been described by his team as a “free electron” in this year’s Tour, certainly has a thing for Pyrenean spa towns – not that surprising given his name, which sounds like the French for clear water (l’eau claire).
After the baths of Luchon come those of Bigorre, the number one thermal resort in the High Pyrenees, curing anything from leprosy to rheumatism. Perhaps Voeckler can take Pierre Rolland with him and wash those spots off his backside.
PLAT DU JOUR
First up, some 'garbure' - a cabbage soup made with vegetables and, if you fancy it, the whole gamut of mountain meat delicacies, from gizzards to duck thighs or ham hock. To follow, have some pork belly from the local Noir de Bigorre pigs. Wash down with a glass of Madiran red from Gascony.