It occurred to me that Sled Dog Doping could end up being the very last stand for clean-sport rhetoric. The Maginot line, if you will, between making an effort to maintain competition by some semblance of fair standards and just giving up and allowing whatever is going to happen to finally happen, whatever that might be (Mad Max.)
I'm talking about drawing a line in the sand, dude, and across this line you do not cross...
It's one thing if you want to give yourself the needle. Shitty, for sure, but your business. I hope we catch you, and the impact - either way - is something you'll have to own on a personal level. In a greater sense, I don't usually believe your accomplishments anyway - the sport at a professional level has devolved to that kind of universal mistrust. I enjoy it, don't get me wrong. But the minute you say "i've never tested positive" I know that you know that I know, and we can just sort of nod at each other and go about our business.
But some rich, White, wanna-be eskimo with a bizarre, pack-driven need for speed way up in some godforsaken corner of the arctic circle giving his dog drugs so HE can win. FUCK THAT GUY. This seems like too far, even for a morbidly amoral population of speed freak assholes such as ourselves. Even Lance Armstrong, Ryder Hesjedal, maybe even Francisco Mancebo would look at this and probably say, "woah, dude. WOAH. That's a little much, isn't it? Think about what you're doing."
Canine doping. The end of the road. Cyclists, even as morally bankrupt about this kind of shit as we are, this is where we have to draw the line.
I hope your dog bites your face.
Up, up, up.
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