Blog J2

Since I wrote Blog J, the golden girl has retired from athletics and returned her Olympic Gold Medals. New event? The Retro Olympic Ceremony? The Silvers get a Gold, and some really good athlete, unable to get a podium ever, gets pulled off the delivery truck he now drives, to get a Bronze which would have changed the course of his/her career had this all happened four years ago.... the golden girl has, of course spent all her money, soaked the contracts and endorsements, shed a tear for her honesty, and returns to her mansion in the sun. All the big time drug people I ever encountered were above the law, by being smarter lawyers, or crushed by the law, being pulled off their luxurious perches by loose lipped friends and the police special branch, or OF the law, being police in need of an extra buck and distributing their drug recoveries further downstream for a wee profit. So how much are we achieving here? The joy of watching an athlete surpass a pinnacle is a big deal; ALL the drug companies have experts formulating ALL the drugs, and ALL the regulators have ALL the athletes being tested for SOME  of the effluents of these substances. Lets forget it? Let those who want to take drugs do so; those who don't, just refrain, and those too young, just continue to do what they like, and perhaps we can have those non-drugged athletes just doing their thing because they like doing it, and those who want to be on the podium no matter what just go ahead and do it, and we can admire WHO WE CHOOSE, as long as the TV coverage just doesn't cover the first three, as, I fear, it is the media's idolatry of the front three that has caused this nonsense in the first place. Athletics needs to be mixed with money? Money needs winners? Winners need drugs? Drugs need proponents? Proponents need money? Just do the math. I want to watch athletics. Nuff said.