Do you ever wonder why we take a turn for the worse? What
are the inciting moments, the turning points, and the thing that makes us
embrace behaviour that only a handful of years earlier was unthinkable?
First-they deny it happened as reported.
Next-they admit it happened but insisted it was
exaggerated.
Finally-they ‘fess-up’. It wasn’t exaggerated or taken out of context
but insist...it’s no big deal.
What a week. I think back at the headlines of the week
in sports. In track and field, once the noblest of sports, the Jamaicans and
Americans have been caught red-handed swimming in drugs. I always believed that
Jamaica was one big drug factory, but libel laws prevent me from naming names.
I needed no research. All one had to do is look at these so-called stars’
physiques. Eight years from now we’ll know how many of them were cheating. My
guess is all of them. Send the gold medals back now, boys and girls the postal
rates will only go up.
Turkish football clubs have been caught fixing matches
and have been given a reprieve. Thank you, Sepp Blatter.
The Tour de France is over, and being a gambler I’d
bet there isn’t a single biker who’s clean, but proving it is another thing
altogether.
And Stuart Broad nicked it but refused to
walk. That’s cricket, now.
At the same time I’d bet the farm there wasn’t a
single foreign substance taken by the men, women (oops pardon, persons) and
horses with whom I just finished a game of cross-country racing. What a marvelous
occasion that was.
What a bloody shame there isn’t a pill ...
well you get my drift.