Slowly but surely, the trap is closing:
Cathal Kelly (Toronto Star) on the latest Lance Armstrong P.E.D. accusations.
Maybe Lance Armstrong was just born at the wrong time.
If he’d born in, say, 450 B.C., he could’ve spent his time hanging around Athens, denying things exist, and picking up a lot of tutoring work.
“Prove to me that’s a rock,” Athenian Armstrong would tell people.
“Well, I’m holding it. It’s heavy. It’s made of stone. When I smack it into my forehead, it hurts. Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s a rock, Armstrong.”
“Well, I’m not convinced at all,” Armstrong could say. “What makes you a reliable source on rocks? Have you tested how heavy it is? And where are these tests now? Whose lab did the test? Aristotle’s?! Nobody believes anything that guy says. And besides, he’s had a bone to pick with me for years – he’s European!”
It used to be that in sport, as in life, people felt embarrassed when they were caught red-handed. Rather than make themselves look more foolish, they admitted what they’d done. Failure to do so put you either in the ranks of toddlers or the criminally insane.
Used to be that way.
Then a whole lot of money and prestige got poured into the mix. And now, nobody can ever admit anything. Ask Roger Clemens if that’s his nose is in the middle of his face, and he’ll you you’re wrong and that his foot has nostrils.
For what seems like about the dozenth time, someone has provided fairly compelling journalistic evidence that at some point during his remarkable cycling career, Lance Armstrong took performance-enhancing drugs.
This shouldn’t be too alarming, since based on several high-profile European trials, just about everyone in the sport used to take drugs. But since competitive cycling really comes down to just one thing – endurance – it’s an especially galling sin.
Armstrong is already the focus of a grand jury inquiry in Los Angeles. The hounds, it seems, have caught the scent.
Maybe the latest investigative report in Sports Illustrated will give Armstrong pause.
In an issue on newsstands today, SI reporters Selena Roberts and David Epstein – the pair who put the finger on Alex Rodriguez – allege that Armstrong not only took drugs like EPO throughout his career, but was a PED ringleader on his teams.
One of the primary sources is defrocked American Tour de France winner Floyd Landis. Landis had a bad case of the “No, No, No”s, until his quixotic fight against disqualification ran out of money. Then he admitted everything and threw his former teammate, Armstrong, under the bus.
In the article, Landis recalls that Armstrong liked to use private jets for travel because the security was lighter. His vials and his needles could be explained away.
The article suggests that Armstrong received special treatment at a UCLA drug lab, where the outsized testosterone-epitestosterone levels in his blood samples were either ignored or explained away.
One of Armstrong’s former Motorola teammates, Stephen Swart, tells SI that Armstrong was “the instigator” in getting the whole gang on EPO.
“It was his words that pushed us toward doing it,” Swart said.
There’s more, and while much of it is circumstantial (i.e. emails linking Armstrong to dodgy doctors and the like), the sheer weight of it became impossible to explain away long ago. Because if this many people are conspiring to ruin Lance Armstrong, he’s the Lee Harvey Oswald of modern pop culture.
Armstrong was in Australia today, taking part in the Tour Down Under.
“Dude, are you stupid? Which part of ‘I’m not commenting,’ is not clear to you?” Armstrong told curious reporters.
He conceded that he had “perused” the article online. He did eventually say something substantive: “I have nothing to worry about on any level.”
Dude, a grand jury is investigating you. You have something colossally huge to worry about on at least one level.
At least admit that much. At least give us the satisfaction of. . . oh, forget it.
http://www.thestar.com/sports/article/924395--kelly-same-old-lance-armstrong-story
Cathal Kelly (Toronto Star) on the latest Lance Armstrong P.E.D. accusations.
Maybe Lance Armstrong was just born at the wrong time.
If he’d born in, say, 450 B.C., he could’ve spent his time hanging around Athens, denying things exist, and picking up a lot of tutoring work.
“Prove to me that’s a rock,” Athenian Armstrong would tell people.
“Well, I’m holding it. It’s heavy. It’s made of stone. When I smack it into my forehead, it hurts. Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s a rock, Armstrong.”
“Well, I’m not convinced at all,” Armstrong could say. “What makes you a reliable source on rocks? Have you tested how heavy it is? And where are these tests now? Whose lab did the test? Aristotle’s?! Nobody believes anything that guy says. And besides, he’s had a bone to pick with me for years – he’s European!”
It used to be that in sport, as in life, people felt embarrassed when they were caught red-handed. Rather than make themselves look more foolish, they admitted what they’d done. Failure to do so put you either in the ranks of toddlers or the criminally insane.
Used to be that way.
Then a whole lot of money and prestige got poured into the mix. And now, nobody can ever admit anything. Ask Roger Clemens if that’s his nose is in the middle of his face, and he’ll you you’re wrong and that his foot has nostrils.
For what seems like about the dozenth time, someone has provided fairly compelling journalistic evidence that at some point during his remarkable cycling career, Lance Armstrong took performance-enhancing drugs.
This shouldn’t be too alarming, since based on several high-profile European trials, just about everyone in the sport used to take drugs. But since competitive cycling really comes down to just one thing – endurance – it’s an especially galling sin.
Armstrong is already the focus of a grand jury inquiry in Los Angeles. The hounds, it seems, have caught the scent.
Maybe the latest investigative report in Sports Illustrated will give Armstrong pause.
In an issue on newsstands today, SI reporters Selena Roberts and David Epstein – the pair who put the finger on Alex Rodriguez – allege that Armstrong not only took drugs like EPO throughout his career, but was a PED ringleader on his teams.
One of the primary sources is defrocked American Tour de France winner Floyd Landis. Landis had a bad case of the “No, No, No”s, until his quixotic fight against disqualification ran out of money. Then he admitted everything and threw his former teammate, Armstrong, under the bus.
In the article, Landis recalls that Armstrong liked to use private jets for travel because the security was lighter. His vials and his needles could be explained away.
The article suggests that Armstrong received special treatment at a UCLA drug lab, where the outsized testosterone-epitestosterone levels in his blood samples were either ignored or explained away.
One of Armstrong’s former Motorola teammates, Stephen Swart, tells SI that Armstrong was “the instigator” in getting the whole gang on EPO.
“It was his words that pushed us toward doing it,” Swart said.
There’s more, and while much of it is circumstantial (i.e. emails linking Armstrong to dodgy doctors and the like), the sheer weight of it became impossible to explain away long ago. Because if this many people are conspiring to ruin Lance Armstrong, he’s the Lee Harvey Oswald of modern pop culture.
Armstrong was in Australia today, taking part in the Tour Down Under.
“Dude, are you stupid? Which part of ‘I’m not commenting,’ is not clear to you?” Armstrong told curious reporters.
He conceded that he had “perused” the article online. He did eventually say something substantive: “I have nothing to worry about on any level.”
Dude, a grand jury is investigating you. You have something colossally huge to worry about on at least one level.
At least admit that much. At least give us the satisfaction of. . . oh, forget it.
http://www.thestar.com/sports/article/924395--kelly-same-old-lance-armstrong-story