Calling for “an overhaul” of national and international anti-doping enforcement systems, Floyd Landis announced Wednesday that he has filed an appeal of the ruling that resulted in the stripping of his Tour de France title.
Landis filed an appeal with the International Court of Arbitration for Sport ahead of Thursday’s deadline for challenging the decision of a three-member U.S. arbitration panel that resulted in the 2006 Tour title being awarded to Oscar Pereiro.
“Knowing that the accusations against me are simply wrong, and having risked all my energy and resources – including those of my family, friends and supporters – to show clearly that I won the 2006 Tour de France fair and square, I will continue to fight for what I know is right,” said Landis. “Doping in sport seems to continue to get worse under the current anti-doping system, and this is only a part of the huge amount of proof that the WADA/USADA system needs a total overhaul.” Source: velonews.com
I guess he has every right to appeal to his hearts content… But come the fuck on. How can this end any way but badly?
The best he can hope for, in my opinion, is that they’ll find the faulty initial testosterone-epitestosterone test was mishandled so badly that it should never have led to the more sophisticated secondary examination of his urine sample, the one that really burned him, the carbon-isotope ratio analysis. He will have to show that the second test can only follow the first, that they are tied together in fact, and the botched beginning should have stopped the whole process right there. And therefore the results of the second on their own are a moot point, nothing more than a sad footnote on history.
Stupid, I know, but that’s all he has. It’s like when the cops find something you rather they wouldn’t in your singlewide trailer early one morning, and your public defender figures out the warrant was for your neighbors house – everything they found is now inadmissible in court. You’re still fuckup trailer trash cooking up meth in your bathroom, but you’ve got an out. And you’re going to use it.
In other news – I’m a doper. I just finished five days of corticosteroid treatment, and I can assure you those little pills made me feel like a rock star. If I were in the middle of, say, a hard training block instead of fighting off a sinus infection, a fist full of these babies would really help me put things to right. If I took just one of the prescribed two tiny pills too late in the day, it would keep me up at night.
I felt, well, much like Willy Voet said he did while chasing the dragon:
“And the effects were felt almost immediately. Three hours after I took the first pill, I began shivering. I had the impression that my lungs were swelling, that I had a new battery somewhere in the system. I felt confident, full of energy, strong as a bull…” (Source: cyclingnews.com)
Good thing I don’t have the time or money to chase the dream, ’cause if I did, I’d be heading down to Mexico about now and hitting all the Tucson group rides from here through February 100% Pro Style.by