The world championships in Oz becomes but a tortilla chip in the movable feast of global doping as El Pistolero trips the Dope-O-Meter®. Must’ve been all that kung pao pork before the final parade stage, que no? Que triste es la vida loca.

• Late update: Juliet Macur of The New York Times notes: “In Contador’s case, the Spanish antidoping agency will probably be in charge.” I feel better already.