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June 28, 2004

Tyler Hamilton diary updated

Tyler Hamilton | June 28, 2004

Tyler Hamilton has his last pre-Tour diary update posted. He gives his opinion of how the race is likely to shape up:

"As a fan, I can't remember ever looking forward to a Tour de France as much as I am this year. As [a] rider, well, lets just say, I'm glad most of my teeth are already capped. I think everyone entering the race this year knows they are going to be enduring a significant amount of pain. But I'm not going to dwell on that until I have to."

Hamilton alludes to the Tour squad selection for the Phonak team, which left off Cyril Dessel, who finished 2nd at yesterday's French national championships.

Cyril battled back from injury this spring to ride strong in the Alps camp, Classique des Alps, and the Dauphine. He even finished second in the French National Championships yesterday. He is a really talented guy, and I'm confident he'll have many, many Tour de France rides in his future.

He also mentions Loud Large & Live on the Big Screen, the charity showing of Stage 13 on July 17th at 21 Regal cinemas around the US.

Posted by Frank Steele on June 28, 2004 in Tyler Freaking Hamilton | Permalink


Let's see now; it is Saint Tyler Druggerton being accoused of having someone else's blood in his body, which obviously was planted there by little green men. Eventually the whole rathole of doped out scumbags will unravel. If Tyler Druggerton spends his "last Euro" and cannot get out of it this time, as he swears he will, it'll be a certainty that there will be lunatics here who will deny it and /or turn rabid. NO ONE in pro road racing does not take drugs and everyone knows it... and a on July 8, 1998 a fabled Peugeot 306, using back roads from Switzerland through Belgium, was stopped at the French border. Searching the car, four customs officers found 234 doses of erythropoietin (EPO), 80 flasks of human growth hormone, 160 capsules of testosterone, 60 pills of a blood-thinning agent, and a three-week supply for nine riders of "Belgium Mix," a stay-up-all-night cocktail of cocaine, heroin, caffeine and corticosteroids. There were also syringes and boxes of intravenous drips. So this happened and it was an "isolated incident" right? When the talking turds here stop denying that what happens does not happen, they'll still be full of shit, but not spouting it. Cycling always involves drugs and seldom involves getting caught.

Posted by: Professor William Hart at Sep 22, 2004 3:48:01 AM

Medical and science researchers do not use drugs. Athletes do. Oh how simple it is - not - to talk about drugs and society and "o quam te memorem virgo" does apply. No athlete, elite or at another level, has to go to the black market. A physician will help you if you are corrupt. Gene therapy and all comments about it remind me of the eras of Lasse Viren and Eddy Mercx and "officially" when 1972 Dr. Bjorn Ekblöm of Stockholm's Institute of Gymnastics and Sports drew a quart of blood from each of four athletes, removed the red cells and put them in cold storage. He reinfused the cells a month later and found that his subjects' increased oxygen-carrying capacity allowed them to run as much as 25% longer on a treadmill before reaching exhaustion. Blood doping was born. In 1984 U.S. Olympic cycling team coach Eddie Borysewicz set up a back-alley clinic in a Los Angeles motel room. Four of the seven athletes who doped won medals. America hadn't medalled in cycling since 1912. Doping worked. Eddy, of course, had been in the Eastern Europe Frankenstein of Poland for decades. Today many athletes formerly on EPO have switched to undetectable Hemopure. Wake up and admit it. A huge percentage of world records broken in the last 30 years were drug-assisted simply because there are more loopholes than walls in drug testing. "O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive! Will evenings will be massive doping/recovery sessions for the top contenders and their teams, too. How long will it be a shell game? If they will not or can not use their hotel rooms, where will the safe house be? P.S. "O quam te memorem virgo" is taken from the Aeneid (I, 327) where Aeneas meets his mother in disguise and says "I seem to remember you, miss" and yes I intended it to be ironic.

"Star Light, Star Bright-" - from a poem written by Dorothy Parker From Death and Taxes. Published in 1931.

Star, that gives a gracious dole,
What am I to choose?
Oh, will it be a shriven soul,
Or little buckled shoes?

Shall I wish a wedding-ring,
Bright and thin and round,
Or plead you send me covering-
A newly spaded mound?

Gentle beam, shall I...

Yes, a third of the 24-person U.S. cycling team receive transfusions in a Carson, Calif., hotel room before the 1984 Olympics to load their blood with muscle-fueling red cells. This "blood doping" is now banned. The U.S. team wins a record nine medals. The doping is discovered months later. ... On the last day of competition, five to nine positive tests are lost. Officials said the results were stolen or shredded. What was not "shredded" was that several athletes used family blood and got liver infections. The problem was not the fact that the athletes had undergone blood doping procedures, but, rather, how the procedure was performed. Between the Olympic trials and the actual games, the Americans did not have adequate time to use their own blood as a transfusion. Instead, they had to rely on the blood of relatives and others with similar blood types. Consequently, some of the cyclists received tainted blood and a short time after the Games contracted hepatitis, a serious liver disease. The team brought home a U.S. cycling team record of nine medals.

Let America Be America Again - from a poem written by Langston Hughes

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great...

Today, human nature holding steady, death is yet the unseen rider in world-class cycling. Those sports fans caught up in stick-and-ball games might have missed the cycling news of the past 18 months. From January 11, 2003, to June 30, 2004, nine top cyclists died of heart failure. Eight of the deaths occurred at rest, one in a dentist's office. On Valentine's Day this year, alone in a hotel on his nation's Adriatic Coast, a man who had once been an Italian national hero, Marco Pantani, died in his sleep. He won the 1998 Tour de France, the last man to win before Armstrong's streak. But in 1999 Pantani was disqualified from Italy's great race, the Giro di Italia, for exceeding cycling's allowable red blood cell count. Diego Maradona is still locked away in an asylum.

From a poem: The Grave Of Keats

Rid of the world's injustice, and his pain,
He rests at last beneath God's veil of blue:
Taken from life when life and love were new
The youngest of the martyrs here is lain,
Fair as Sebastian, and as early...

How is your "history?' Ancient Greece was where an Olympic victory was worth the modern-day equivalent of about half a million dollars. The large rewards led to a professional class of athletes who were susceptible to corruption. Some tried to gain any competitive advantage, using concoctions of mushrooms and plant seeds. One of the reasons for discontinuing the ancient Games was drug use. 1886 was when a cyclist named Linton dies of an overdose of tri-methyl, becoming the first recorded drug death in sports. The 1930s was when mass-produced amphetamines become the athlete's stimulant of choice, replacing strychnine. The 1940's saw the first steroid appears on the market, an injectable liquid called aqueous testosterone. This garbage has a history of two millennia.

From the poem Endymion by Oscar Wilde

The apple trees are hung with gold,
And birds are loud in Arcady,
The sheep lie bleating in the fold,
The wild goat runs across the wold,
But yesterday his love he told,
I know he will come back to me.
O rising moon!...

I lived in Albuquerque, taught at UNM, and spent time daily at 10,678' or 3,254.6544 meters by going up on the aerial tram-cablecar and often sleeping there by arrangement with the ski run and restaurant where my cycling rollers were kept with a bicycle. This did the same thing as blood doping and erythropotein. Beta blockers like probenicide were used then along with penicillin prescriptions to mask the real drug use of all kinds - particularly stimul and dianabol by track cyclists and many others, so the games went onward, exactly as I went on riding up and down the tram to and from Albuquerque. Today an athlete can buy a tent and sleep in it at sea level and do the same things by altering the amount of available 0/2 and putting demand to produce more red cells. Today I live in Meridia Venezuela, and I am sixty years old. I ride the cable car, called the teleferico here which also facilitates the long distance of 12.5 kilometers and climbs from the city of Merida (1640 meters) to the Pico Espejo (4765 meters). My rollers are stored there. Not much has changed for me except that my team mates pushed me over the hills so I could complete Vuelta Ciclista here last year, and become the oldest person on earth to finish a major stage race. My way was chosen long ago. In the 1980's I was racing with the children of those I competed with in the 1960's and now it was well beyond grandchildren. After driving all ten toenails through each of my toes and soaking my socks and shoes in blood in the final sprint of my last race, I will only compete in age group competition. It makes me grumble inside to think of it. One of my toes is still healing six months later.

Excerpt from a poem called The Dream by William Blake

Once a dream did weave a shade,
O'er my Angel-guarded bed.
That an Emmet lost it's way
Where on grass methought I lay.

Troubled wildered and forlorn
Dark benighted travel-worn,
Over many a tangled spray,
All heart-broke I heard her say.

O my...

All of this is and was done without the risks of drugs - that in my day as a professional athlete I wished to avoid the crippling and premature deaths du jour. Yes, today a new invention by a University of Colorado at Boulder professor only adds to the controversy of blood doping. Igor Gamow, an Associate Professor of Chemical Engineering, has invented a sleep chamber that may enable endurance athletes to, in effect, train while they sleep. The chamber mimics the reduced air pressure of high altitudes and stimulates the production of red blood cells. This enables an athlete training at sea level to gain the same fitness advantage as an athlete living at high altitude. If this chamber is used correctly (six to eight hours a day for two to three weeks) the hemoglobin concentration can be boosted by more than 23%. Because the High Altitude Bed ® is legal, safe and natural; this procedure of red blood cell enhancement is called Holistic Blood Doping. Holistic? Why not opium colonics and massage with an hour of Yanni on CD?

From a poem The Choice by William Butler Yeats

The intellect of man is forced to choose
perfection of the life, or of the work,
And if it take the second must refuse
A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.
When all that story's finished, what's the news?

East German athletes are afforded disability for what the old Communist regime did. Even the widespread doping of East German athletes in the 1970s and 1980s was not discovered until old records of the country's secret police were opened. At drug trials that opened in Berlin in March, it was alleged that female athletes' excessive body hair, beards and deepened voices resulted from unwitting, systematic doping with anabolic steroids. It was simple for me and fearful. Several competitive cyclists did die suddenly -- including Knut Jensen of Denmark at the 1960 Summer Olympics in Rome after taking amphetamines and nicotinyl tartrate -- causing the first cries for drug bans and testing. In 1967 on Mount Revard, British cyclist Tommy Simpson drops dead during a televised stage of the Tour de France., and the International Olympic Committee established a commission to study doping. It had only been fifty years of doping by then. Pretend you do not or did not know that but I did know that I wanted to stay in sports as long as I could, and that if I took drugs, I'd not have made it for twenty-seven years.

Emily Dickinson: Poem- Experience is an Angled Road

Experience is the Angled Road
Preferred against the Mind
By -- Paradox -- the Mind itself --
Presuming it to lead

Quite Opposite -- How Complicate
The Discipline of Man --
Compelling Him to Choose Himself
His Preappointed Pain....

All of that was nothing and what ever athlete knew came to light when Frank Shorter says he first heard about human growth hormone in a Boulder, Colo., locker room in 1984, when he eavesdropped on a conversation between two 14-year-olds discussing a buy. The cat really came out of the bag later. French police and customs officials discovered a substantial cache of drugs in the car being driven by Festina soigneur Willy Voet. Voet, along with Festina manager Bruno Roussel, was subsequently tried for administering and transporting drugs. Voet was given a 10 month suspended sentence and a 30,000 franc fine ($US 4,200). Roussel was given a suspended sentence of one year and a fine of 50,000 francs ($US 7,000). So we have a spy story that is ever so real and not a fiction by Tom Clancy when the facts were revealed. That chapter began on July 8, 1998. A Peugeot 306, using back roads from Switzerland through Belgium, was stopped at the French border. Searching the car, four customs officers found 234 doses of erythropoietin (EPO), 80 flasks of human growth hormone, 160 capsules of testosterone, 60 pills of a blood-thinning agent, and a three-week supply for nine riders of "Belgium Mix," a stay-up-all-night cocktail of cocaine, heroin, caffeine and corticosteroids. There were also syringes and boxes of intravenous drips.

Song—Tam Glen Bobby Burns

My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie,
Some counsel unto me come len’,
To anger them a’ is a pity,
But what will I do wi’ Tam Glen?

Now we have The Hughes Institure and with no previous running experience, most mice can run about 900 meters before exhaustion. But the genetically altered mice of the Institute can run 1800 meters (more than a mile) before running out of steam, and keep it up for two and a half hours -- an hour longer than unaltered mice can run. "Records are broken on a fraction of a percent," said Ron Evans, the head researcher in the mouse experiment and a professor in the Gene Expression Laboratory at The Salk Institute. "A few percentage points is like a minute or two in a race. This was a big change: 100 percent." In early 1998, Australian customs agents found 13 vials of hGH carried by a Chinese swimmer, which led to suspensions and lent legitimacy to years of suspicion surrounding the Chinese women's swim team. In 1994, for example, China's women had won 12 of 16 events at the Rome world championships, results that left competitors skeptical. "I had never seen anything like it," U.S. swimmer Josh Davis said. "You had to giggle--it was so blatant and there was nothing anybody could do about it." "I can use a lot of drugs and a lot of steroids" and pass the current drug tests, said Chuck Yesalis, a professor of health and human development at Penn State University and expert on Olympic doping. Robert Kerr, a California-based physician who admits to supplying steroids and other drugs to Olympians in the 1980s, agreed that the current tests are no match for the savvy athlete. "It is so easy," he said. "You just call the right" doctor or drug guru. Sometimes an athlete doesn't even have to call. U.S. marathoner Mark Coogan said he was surprised when a doctor who he alleged had ties to USA Track & Field showed him a selection of steroids during an office visit. Coogan declined to identify the doctor. "I just said, 'That's not for me and that was the end of it,' " he said. "I always wonder what would have happened if I had said, 'I'd like to know more about that.' "

To a Young Beauty, from a poem by William Butler Yeats

Dear fellow-artist, why so free
With every sort of company,
With every Jack and Jill?
Choose your companions from the best;
Who draws a bucket with the rest
Soon topples down the hill.

You may, that mirror for a school,
Be passionate, not...

It is no where near as simple as we make it. HUMAN GROWTH HORMONE This and the related Insulin Growth Factor 1 will figure on the podium. Human growth hormone is a naturally occurring amino acid. It controls the release of igf-1, which helps maintain growth rates from birth to adulthood. Genetically engineered hGH, available since 1985, was developed for people with growth-hormone deficiency, such as children with dwarfism. Athletes use the drug for the same reasons they use steroids, and the combo of hGH (bigger muscles) and testosterone (stronger muscles) is especially appealing. The drug form of hGH sneers at those who would seek it out: after injection, it has a half-life of only 17 to 45 minutes, so it flushes from the system in short order while its effects linger. Although it is a banned substance, it will not be tested for in Sydney. igf-1 works by reducing protein breakdown and stimulating cell production. Studies in mice have shown that igf-1 increased muscle strength up to 27%, and even at a cost of $3,000 a month, what athlete doesn't want to be King Kong or a flying super mouse? There's no test yet to detect igf-1. It's the new wave. Blood substitutes, or artificial hemoglobins, were designed to obviate the need for transfusions in surgery and help patients in hemorrhagic shock. Hemopure, the brand name of one substitute, contains no red cells but consists of ultrapurified, modified bovine hemoglobin suspended in a salt solution.... A longtime observer of Olympic sport says, "Athletes are going to Hemopure, and they're crazy. This new stuff-artificial bloods, tissue enhancers to increase oxygen profusion in the tissue-some of it can short out your system drastically. You OD on some of this stuff, you're dead."

From a poem Implosions by Adrienne Rich

The world's
not wanton
only wild and wavering

I wanted to choose words that even you
would have to be changed by

Take the word
of my pulse, loving and ordinary
Send out your signals, hoist
your dark scribbled flags

Many of the questions come from athletes. I am concerned. I am old and do not count. Still many of us are concerned. Carl Lewis, a nine-time Olympic gold medallist who is considered one of the greatest athletes in U.S. history, asserts that drug use is widespread among top track and field athletes. He decries what he calls a lack of commitment to catching those who cheat. "It really isn't about drugs--it's about the lies," Lewis said. "Federations at every level are covering up drugs and covering up for people. ... It's a joke. It's a credibility factor and it starts at the top. Sadly enough, America is right in the middle of it. ... The commitment to find drugs is not there. There are much better ways to test than they are doing, but ... they don't want to catch anyone in the first place." Lewis's strong words demonstrate the skepticism surrounding Olympic sports entering the 21st century. Although science has advanced to the point that a sheep can be cloned in a test tube, drug-testing technology has evolved little in the 30 years since formal testing began at the 1968 Winter and Summer Olympics. With the 2008 Summer Games in China on the horizon, it seems that many cheaters are ready to enter the next millennium. "We have to concede that, if you really know what you are doing, [an athlete] can go right through and around all of these things," said Donald Catlin, head of the UCLA lab that has handled drug testing at several Olympics. "If you turn my hat around and ask me to figure out how to cheat, my gosh, you'll never catch me."

From Weave in! weave in, my hardy life! by Walt Whitman

Weave in! weave in, my hardy life!
Weave yet a soldier strong and full, for great campaigns to come;
Weave in red blood! weave sinews in, like ropes! the senses, sight weave in!
Weave lasting sure! weave day and night the weft, the warp,...

Yes, this year group of mice bred in a laboratory are leaving their peers in the dust. "Marathon mice," genetically engineered by Howard Hughes Medical Institute researchers, can run twice as far as their unaltered buddies. With no previous running experience, most mice can run about 900 meters before exhaustion. But the genetically altered mice can run 1800 meters (more than a mile) before running out of steam, and keep it up for two and a half hours -- an hour longer than unaltered mice can run. Previously, the only known way to increase endurance was through training. If athletes were to use the "marathon" gene alteration to their advantage, sprinters would want to steer clear. The genetic alteration increased "slow-twitch" muscle mass, which run on energy stored in fat and are fatigue resistant. But mice had fewer "fast-twitch" muscle fibers, which rely on glucose for fuel and fatigue quickly. But the fact that just one genetic change had such a widespread effect also presents an ethical quandary. While mice are much easier to genetically alter than humans, if genetic modification is perfected in humans, this could lead to an easy way to enhance sports performance. Obsessive parents are interested in gene therapy designed to help the ill and elderly exactly as these advances are being monitored by top athletes The world is about to change dramatically, because it is one thing to say there are going to be certain banned substances. It's another thing to say people are not going to be able to manipulate their bodies in certain ways. Genetic alterations will also be more difficult to detect than drugs. Are we going to perform sophisticated genetic tests on people? What if you were born that way? Will you have to document the fact that its 'natural' rather than an induced trait? Or are we just going to throw out the whole idea that human sports achievement has to be done with some sort of notion of the natural? I still like living where there is a tramway, myself. As the car climbs, temperatures begin to drop and vegetation changes dramatically from the lush green tropics to the tiny wildflowers of a plateau at 11,000 feet to the barren, windy mountain slopes at 13,200 feet. yes, the last stop will bring tourists to a snowy Andean summit towering 16,411 feet, far above the tropical vegetation below. The cable car is listed as the longest and highest in the world by the Guinness Book of Records.
La Figlia che Piange - A poem written by T.S. Eliot
From Prufrock and Other Observations. Published in 1917.

O quam te memorem virgo...
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair?
Lean on a garden urn?
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair?
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise?
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive...

What do I know? Just before moving to Merida, I lived on the Swiss Italian border and judged at the World Mountain Bike Championships at home in Lugano. I got to go to Athens for the same at the track. My friends and I go for rides and enjoy our lives. I have ridden my bicycles to the moon and back nearly twice. There is no way to cover the distance between the earth and the nearest planet on a bicycle. Just before I left for Athens I received a video tape from the PBS station in Albuquerque about an event called "The Record Challenge" there. I sat and watched it and listened to a young man who had ridden over 100,000 miles with me who made other choices than myself. I remembered handing him a handkerchief so he could wipe the cocaine and amphetamines from his upper lip. His "record" at altitude well beyond any other certified 40K course in the USA still stands and never once was anyone at this event drug tested. He waxed romantic about his "career" and a narrator told of the "controversial" decision not to include him on a National and Olympic Team. No mention was made that even for dirty Eddy Borsewycz, he was a problem, and that while at the OTC in Colorado Springs he hid his marijuana and hashish in a large sewer pipe, and that there was no way to ever stop his drug use. Today, he hides his soft drugs in the garage or at friends homes so his spouse and children do not see. I was delighted when his many Amateuer World records evaporated in smoke when it was decided that only absolute records would be kept. No one could be more likeable. I nearly fell out of my office chair as I watched the tape, and he told how he had to buy a short wave radio to hear cycling events. I chuckled. The radio was mine. I translated the broadcasts. The young man still only speaks English, and I still have the same Sony radio. I remembered the day of his 40K record pumped up on, as Robin Williams said of Freud, "enough cocaine to kill a small horse."

From Choose - A poem written by Carl Sandburg

The single clenched fist lifted and ready,
Or the open asking hand held out and waiting.

That same day, I was 44 years old. I rode my last competitive race in the USA. I got on my road bike with three spare tired behind the seat, two full water bottles on the bike, and two more in my pockets after riding from Albuquerque to the site on that bicycle, and rode a quiet 56:12 40K. It was good for second place in my age group. A fellow from California who beat me by a few seconds approached me with above $10,000.00 of specialty bike in his hand, and while leaning on it, he told me how much time I would have saved if I had his equipment. The fact was simple. I thanked him. He did not know I was his age. My results were duly recorded. It was obvious that if I have the same equipment as everyone else the overall results would have been different. The local media gave the event a tiny column on the sports page. Shortly thereafter there was a two page article with color photos of myself and my wife riding from 4950' or 1508.76 M in Albuquerque to 7100' or 2164.08 M in Santa Fe @ 140.4 miles or 226 K a day five days a week to teach in Santa Fe while holding down my university teaching job and other business interests. They photographed us all the way to our wedding at the Unitarian Church where we changed into wedding dress and tuxedo. I got married when I was 44 and delivered our first child in the living room - by plan - at age 50.

From The Face we choose to miss -- - A poem written by Emily Dickinson From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955.

The Face we choose to miss --
Be it but for a Day
As absent as a Hundred Years,
When it has rode away.

The 40K record in the USA is not recognized by the UCI. There were, I repeat, no (zero) plans for drug tests, and the program featured no less than four people who were under the tutelage of Polish cheat, lout, and swine Eddy Borsewicz who ran the motel room in a Carson, Calif., hotel room before the 1984 Olympics to load blood with muscle-fueling red cells. The program featured a really decent man who I worked with at the Honda Motorcycle shop in the 1970's where I sold motorcycles while teaching at UNM. Memories flashed by including sliding my souped up R-5 between the wheels of the truck of service manager Kenny Dix who stopped - like me- on a dime while everyone's eyes popped out of their heads. I had not see Bill for years but always remembered him and I was delighted that he was promoting the event which has no (zero) credibility outside of the USA and no accountability for the course being at altitude in Moriarity NM which would DQ results in cycling or any other sport... and at which no (zero) drug testing had ever been or would be planned. Truthfully, I have never seen any place on earth where more nasty, divisive, obsessive people with compulsive behavior congregated in any sport, and I thanked the gods of sport that Bill was in charge, because I know he is decent, albeit naive about the past there and for the same matter about the needs of the day. So it stands for the public deliberately deceived by the media and their convenient omissions and failure to report facts. Bill will get a copy of these words which I will end with my own poem, titled "Words." People - albeit real human beings are crushed beneath the wheels of sports. There were suicides and commitments to mental institutions. There were deaths. I love sports anyway, and mark my words:

Words are appearances come true.
Things occur; words confirm they do.
Doubt the speaker; question will.
Mind examine verbal overkill.

Syntax, logic; let's be clear.
Subjects, objects, considerations dear.
Altered tenses; shifting verbs,
Psychic nightmare; life's absurd.

Procreated simple two-pence rhyme,
Rustic-mystic pantomine.
Seeking indigo-blackened night,
Dancing, swirling into light.

Waltzing sceptre; whirling crown,
Secret ritual under ground.
Brothers, sisters, children speak.
Word connections are unique.

FEBRUARY 26, 2001
Professor William James Hart
University of the Andes
Merida Venezuela
Do Visit My Web Groups
I Have Always Had a Life Outside of Sports

Post Script: Where I live now in Merida, Venezuela and in Lugano, Switzerland it is a fact that when a person shows talent in cycling, everyone gets together and that person is equipped with what it takes to compete. Sadly, cycling results might as well be called $$ Buy Cycling $$ in the USA where dropping 25K is not unusual to equip for cycling today. It offends me and my egalitarian nature that cycling is not part of the same game where a barefoot person can run like the wind and win the Olympic marathon as was done in Rome of 1960 by Ethiopian Abebe Bikila. That makes many of us aware that all over earth there are phenomenal athletes whose names are unknown. Abebe Bikila placed first, clocking in at just over two hours and 15 minutes and nearly was prevented from running by Olympic coach LeRoy Walker. Why? “I was getting all of these phone calls saying, ‘you’ve got ties to shoe companies in the States — get that boy some shoes,’” Walker said. “So I got him some shoes and he got a blister on the front of his foot. After that, I decided not to mess with his routine, and we won the gold with no shoes.” Abebe Bikila took no drugs and it never occurred to him that anyone should do so. I like that. When you invest 25K in equipment or buy $200.00 shoes it is quite obvious that you might be prone to drugs and obsession. On the ancient Appian Way, in Rome of 1960 they had to run on huge, rounded cobblestones that were completely unyielding.. They had no 'give' at all. Most runners were afraid of slamming down too hard on them, and still can't imagine how Bikila did it. While Bikila was making Olympic history, England's Bruce Tulloh was running European record times from 1955 to 1967, almost always in bare feet. He ran 13:12 for three miles on grass, and 27:23 for six miles on cinders. Later, Tulloh taught in Africa, coached, wrote books, and ran solo across America (2,876 miles, albeit in shoes). At over 70 years of age, his mind is as sharp as ever, and he is ever eager for a good barefoot jaunt. Even Abebe Bikila gave up his barefoot ways. Four years after winning in Rome, he wore Pumas in the Tokyo Olympic Marathon. He won again, despite having had an appendectomy 40 days earlier, and set a new world record, 2:12:11.2. Apparently, the shoes didn't bother him at all, and he did not have to take drugs.

I do play goal in futbol and team handball, and a bit of baseball in Merida and Caracas. Why? It suits the fundamental nature of sports to be egalitarian and open to anyone. It suits me. While the record challenge course in the Albuquerque area had to be certified by Jim Cost, head of Metallurgy at Los Alamos Labs and former Professor of Metallurgy at Purdue who borrowed the laser surveying equipment from the national lab to do it. His name was mentioned with no credit to his life and a peon from Sandia Labs who was the most nasty obsessive compulsive anal retentive person I've ever met or seen in over 100 countries on earth did appear. That lout did everything he could to aggrandize himself, and even tried to get cycling not to be taught at UNM where I began teaching in academics in 1968, including teaching cycling, and eventually I got into the PhD program of Sports Management to be sure we could continue being the only university in the USA to teach cycling. It is no longer taught. My 25 years was up in 1993 and it did not take me long to leave the USA permanently and never look back. I remember the athletes I've met all over earth, and all of the things we had in common that came out at UNM where over 100 different basic sports are offered in PE. There I learned to throw the hammer and to play basketball when I was over forty years of age because I connected personally. I like simple games and simple things. When you run in socks, shoes, inserts, midsoles and outsoles, your body's proprioceptive system loses a lot of input. "This has been called 'the perceptual illusion' of running shoes. With shoes, your body switches off to a degree, and your reaction time decreases. The way I and many others see it, there's a simple explanation for the high IQ of barefoot running: We descended from the trees to walk and run this planet's surfaces six million years ago, and we've had time to get really, really good at it, from the soles of the feet to the top of the brain. Am I senile? At age sixty, I often run barefooted. It is simply naked sports. Based on your body's proprioceptive abilities--that is, the way it can easily communicate up and down all pathways. When you run barefoot, your body precisely engages your vision, your brain, the soles of your feet, and all the muscles, bones, tendons, and supporting structures of your feet and legs. They leap to red alert, and give you a high degree of protection from the varied pressures and forces of running.

The pressures of drugs, the need to win, and the need for drug testing do not occurr to me except when I see things like media reports of drug use, the memories of many people who cheated themselves and quit, and the tape from PBS in Albuquerque. Finally, congratulations to the Olympics for playing politics and Ouija with sports as they revealed how American marathoners sealed their bedrooms and removed air from them to legally do exactly the same things that illegal blood doping does. The lesson of blood doping improving performance led to the legal technology for the legal practices that have identical results as the illegal technology and acts that have disgraced others. And why not? The Olympics are a total sham. Tackling competitors, awarding medals to ham(m) and egger cheats like Paul Hamm who was aided by a instantly dismissed USA judge who falsified the start values of the Korean who did win, but didn't while nasal scumbag Hamm whined through his nose and the Brazilian marathoner got a special sportsmanship award named for the sexist pig politicial fat cat who last headed the Olympic bowel movement where athletes wrap themselves in an assortment of sacred national flags spouting nonsense about sacred cows. At least "Jose Can You See" played more times on the podium while the serious moral debate about whether olive wreaths should or should not be removed from heads while "Jose Can You See" played and racism was sanctified.

Greek tragedy turned to farce is what it is at Athens. The function of the Olympic swimming trials is to select the best swimming team to represent Australia at the Athens Olympics. Disqualifying Ian Thorpe, Australia's best swimmer, from his favorite 400-meter event because he slipped before his heat started makes a mockery of the selection process. Did they grease his platform? Thorpe is a gentleman and said nothing. Regulation SW4.4 states that "any swimmer starting before the starting signal has been given shall be disqualified". When Ian Thorpe accidentally fell head-first into the pool, there was no indication whatsoever that he displayed any attempt to dive or swim. He merely ungraciously overbalanced and fell into the water. This was what? I do not need to be spoon-fed my patriotism from televised sporting events which resemble a beer advertisement more every year. Personal fulfillment does not come from defeating Americans at "our sport." I am not so bored that I need to believe that these events have some significance. I have other things to do. Look at the facts. NO US baseball players go. They cannot. Likewise US basketball stars must rest after a hard season, and their obligation is to their team and league. Cyclists who smash gold medal winners in the most competitive events do not bother to go. This year an American gymnastics judge set the start value incorrectly for a Korean who did win the event and that judge was suspended, fired and finished forever. Ham and egger Paul Hamm whined through his nose and would not mention or address the fact that the judges were disgraced and fired. Scumbag Hamm lied more than a politician. There was NO subjective judging error. The USA judge entered the start value of the Korean wrong and Hamm and his egg faced coach talked about tapes and reviews that were not the issue. Hamm is a sleazebag lout cheater. Put him on a Wheaties box. I guarantee you that anyone who uses Hamm for endorsement will be boycotted by me for life.

Yes, at home in the USA it is all politics and lies from sexist pig anti-science theocrat scumbag George Bush and his stupid "rib" Laura Bush. We read about and see an Afghani lady sprinting in the 100 meter dash IN PANTS to satisfy Islam and hear the sexist pig male guards say that they "would kill her" if she was their sister, Hillbilly Jackass sexist pig and anti-science religious nut and theocratic moron President Bush advertising the "freedom" of Iraq and Afghanistan for the Olympics . Give us a BREAK! Bush is despised in Afghanistan and Iraq. How can we know? ALL members of the Iraq soccer team despise him and say so is HOW WE KNOW. One said he'd be fighting against the USA if he were at home! Ahmed Manajid, who played as a midfielder on Wednesday, had an even stronger response when asked about Bush's TV advertisement. "How will he meet his god having slaughtered so many men and women?" Manajid told me. "He has committed so many crimes.

To a man, members of the Iraqi Olympic delegation say they are glad that former Olympic committee head Uday Hussein, who was responsible for the serial torture of Iraqi athletes and was killed four months after the U.S.-led coalition invaded Iraq in March 2003, is no longer in power. But they also find it offensive that Bush is using Iraq for his own gain when they do not support his administration's actions. "My problems are not with the American people," says Iraqi soccer coach Adnan Hamad. "They are with what America has done in Iraq: destroy everything. The American army has killed so many people in Iraq. What is freedom when I go to the [national] stadium and there are shootings on the road?" What doe liar hillbilly Bush do and say? At a speech in Beaverton, Ore., last Friday, Bush attached himself to the Iraqi soccer team after its opening-game upset of Portugal. "The image of the Iraqi soccer team playing in this Olympics, it's fantastic, isn't it?" Bush said. "It wouldn't have been free if the United States had not acted."

Sadir, Wednesday's goal-scorer, used to be the star player for the professional soccer team in Najaf. In the city in which 20,000 fans used to fill the stadium and chant Sadir's name, U.S. and Iraqi forces have battled loyalists to rebel cleric Moktada al-Sadr for the past two weeks. Najaf lies in ruins."I want the violence and the war to go away from the city," says Sadir, 21. "We don't wish for the presence of Americans in our country. We want them to go away."Manajid, 22, who nearly scored his own goal with a driven header on Wednesday, hails from the city of Fallujah. He says coalition forces killed Manajid's cousin, Omar Jabbar al-Aziz, who was fighting as an insurgent, and several of his friends. In fact, Manajid says, if he were not playing soccer he would "for sure" be fighting as part of the resistance."I want to defend my home. If a stranger invades America and the people resist, does that mean they are terrorists?" Manajid says. "Everyone [in Fallujah] has been labeled a terrorist. These are all lies. Fallujah people are some of the best people in Iraq." LET BUSH WRESTLE WITH THAT and the US ladies and atheletes he ignores.

Are controversies—ranging from politically-motivated figure skating judges to Grtetzky saying mean words about bad officiating—not reason to be disgusted with this phenomenon we collectively refer to as "the Olympics"? It is amazing what the Olympics have survived. Remarkably, despite continued and massive year-to-year findings of "athletes" using performance-enhancing drugs, people still believe that Olympic events are actually a test of the skill, talent, and physical power of the individual who participate. The idea of a person using drugs and still slipping through the Olympic purification system of this elite network of physicians, chemists, and lab technicians apparently has not occurred to many people. Drug users always escape the Olympics alleged scrutiny. Why? They are politicians supporting politics and lies. They use all the drugs they want and all the lies they want in the Olympics.

The public aim of the games is to promote individual heroism and solidarity between countries, yet the world seems to be almost willing Athens 2004 to be a disaster. Politics sullied sport once more with Iran refusing a judo fight against an Israeli, insisting that solidarity with the Palestinians was more important. Here began the farce and politics. If this was NOT a political boycott, I am Donald Duck and you are Mickey Mouse. Olympic judo officials said on they needed more evidence before any action could be taken against Iran for an obvious political boycott. George bush made an ad touting how he improved the earth as ONE Afghani lady ran the 100 meters in LONG PANTS and got death threats for exposing herself! Robina Muqimyar wore a T-shirt and long green track pants for the biggest race of her life... and Bush called it a change. Sure it was. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. There was no drugs use at the Olympics that was not caught. Right? I also swear that I am Donald Duck

Posted by: Professor William Hart at Sep 22, 2004 3:56:47 AM

Wow. Just - wow. Breathtaking - literally.

Everybody's seen crazy old coots unable to deal with the world. This incoherent, ranting screed gives some insight on their senile insanity.


Posted by: MakeMineRed at Nov 19, 2004 6:10:07 PM

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