Another week’s blog has been overtaken by events.
I grew I grew up in Nova Scotia during the Marshall Inquiry, so I’m well aware that even the most innocent of men can be beaten into submission by a system of wanna-be Lt. Gerards determined to get their man. That written, during his courtcase to have the USADA’s jurisdiction quashed, Armstrong’s team would have likely gotten a sneak peak at the case against him during pre-trial motions. Knowing what they had would likely been made public through the arbitration process, this is the route Lance Armstrong has taken.
Bruce MacArthur’s column pretty much sums it up for me. Since pretty much every one of his peers has been exposed as a cheat, this makes him more of a hypocrite than anything else. The last dirty cyclist from a generation of dirty cyclists has been exposed.
I also grew up in the 80s and 90s when much of the anti-doping work so commonplace today was in its infancy. Ben Johnson would be the tip of the iceberg on how dirty sports was. It seemed like one athlete hero after another was eventually knocked off his pedestal as a cheat. I think that’s the reason I have so few of them today, prefering to seek my inspiration from my friends and family who have done extraordinary things.
Celebrity athletes will you leave you like the teary-eyed kid in “8 Men Out”. “Say it ain’t so, Joe. Say it ain’t so.”
Lance gave up his last chance to say it ain’t so.