So, 100 metre world and Olympic champion Justin Gatlin has failed a drugs test (again). This happened some months ago and explains the failure to race against Asafa Powell this season.
To the usual range of excuses (it was something I ate, it was the ginseng, it was my wife’s birthday and a man has to do what a man has to do, I’m too old to need to take drugs, the syringe belonged to someone else) has been added a new one. Gatlin’s trainer claims that “an aggrieved masseur rubbed testosterone cream into Gatlin’s legs”.
A masseur with a grudge, eh?
It sounds like an episode of Quincy. Some college sporting hero has been found dead in the locker room. Mahoney is – as ever – convinced it’s suicide. Only Quincy having visited the scene of the crime, examined the body, and found a mysterious pot of cream can work out the truth.
Quincy – with Klugman restrained as ever – grabs Mahoney by the lapels.
“What d’you mean? I’m telling you it wasn’t suicide. It was an aggrieved masseur. Look how toned and relaxed his muscles are. Sam’s down at the lab, testing the cream we found.”