The inquiry into whether Texus Maximus is a lying, dope-swilling criminal seems to be devolving into some sort of reality-TV show. Call it “Leaks & Shrieks.” Some anonymous source leaks a news nugget to the press — this time, to The Associated Press — and whoever has the duty in Tex’s battalion of lawyers starts shrieking like a teen-age girl who just got a Weiner pic on her cellphone.
This stagecraft annoys the mortal piss out of me. It’s like watching a couple of beered-up palookas talking shit and shoving each other prefatory to throwing hands. After a certain amount of this macho posturing, one wonders whether either party has the stomach for an actual brawl. All it’s amounted to so far is billable hours, which is great if you’re one of the shysters doing the billing. For the rest of us? Bor-ing.
If Stretch Novitsky and the grand jury have an actual case, I sure wish they’d make it before Tex needs a pair of orthopedic shoes and an aluminum walker to totter into court, helped along by the grandsons of his original attorneys.
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Tonight’s episode of “As the Big Cog Turns” is followed by: “Lance vs. 60: The lawsuit”. Which is shortly thereafter followed by “60 vs Lance: The Countersuit”.
Did so.
Did not.
Did so, etc., etc…, ad infinitum.
Bet they never charge LA. But they’ll nail some team bookkeeper and insinuate that he had knowledge that monies were misused for purposes that may or may not have included doping products.
“Where’s the baseball talk? Damn liberal media selling me on a story about high and inside pitches to swill me with some namby, pamby bi-cyclers stuff! I’ll sue for breach of trust, false advertising and whatever else Dewey, Cheatam & Howe can think up!”
TCWSNBN will get his day in court probably right after they petition some judge somewhere to lock down the media and end this circus.
I suppose I’m speaking for Nixon’s silent majority when I ask who gives a flying fuck? The pro peloton has willingly shoveled shit into the fan blades for two decades. No way Texus Maximus can stay upwind of the fan. Nor anyone else in that game. So it goes, as Kurt Vonnegut might say.
Gents, it’s anybody’s guess at this point. But there’s some amusement to be had in waiting to see who won the 2010 Tour while watching the 2011 Tour and awaiting word on who won the 1999-2005 Tours.
Based on what little they nabbed Barry Bonds with – the feds are going to make darn sure they’ve got a good case before they take on BigTex and Co. But in some ways they’ve already succeeded as Novitsky’s known to do – once he decides you’re dirty, he’ll fry you in the court of public opinion even if nothing much happens in the actual courts of law. The only ones left believing BigTex did all his winning on Shiner Bock and TexMex food are those who’ll believe it even if Tex’s claiming innocence from a jail cell and his own mother says he doped. Everyone else has decided he’s a liar and a cheat. I hope he’s saved a lot of dough because I don’t think much more is headed his way unless HE takes a huge payday for a tell-all book!
Its hard to believe he’s innocent, Larry, but at this point no one has proved he’s guilty, either. But he would have to be miraculously innocent. He’d be the only one without shit all over him.
Here, the skies are mercifully clearing. Between the Sipapu fire and the big ‘un over in Arizona, BombTown visibility was less than a mile last night with the wind whipping smoke through the air. I thought we had a fire right outside of town, but it was really the AZ blaze. My asthma kicked in and had to get a ride home. Scary stuff, this wildfire stuff.