“During this period, when there was bad news of a rider testing positive, it was something outside, because inside of me I was only looking for the beautiful things – I needed the beautiful things,” confessed Basso.
What the hell is this? Did something get lost in the translation from Italian to Australian to English? Or is this just more word-smithed crap from another doping cheater who thinks we’ll be waiting for him to return to racing with open arms and adulation? How about something like:
I made a big mistake, and I’m sorry. I cheated my team, I cheated my fellow racers, I cheated the fans, and I cheated the sport of cycling. I know I won’t be able to regain the trust of everyone, but I also realize that I’m obligated now to do whatever I can to be a positive influence and to try to encourage the new generation of cyclists to race clean. I’ve damaged the sport, and I want to do whatever I can to help repair the damage.
If I hear something like that, then maybe – just maybe he’ll get off my list. If whiney, bike-throwing Millar can do it, Basso can do it.
And Bernhard Kohl, you suck! What amazes me is, after Ricco got popped, how you were able to stand up on the podium – in Paris! – and put the jersey on knowing that you were a doping cheater. You smiled – you basked in the glory – and you were okay with it! Your tearful, televised confession was a good first step – show me the next twelve and you might get off my list.