Gimme Shoulder
06-25-2004, 05:32 PM
This is said out of frustration and disgust. Please take it that way.
It’s not the fact that some of our sports heroes take performance enhancing substances. It’s the deceit, lies, and dirty press that goes along with it.
Why don’t we just let them pump whatever ‘roid, dope, caffeine, rocket fuel…., whatever into their systems, until their veins are surging and squirming under there skin, and their muscles are writhing and convulsing uncontrollably: finally blowing up in a finale of blood and guts. (Have you ever seen the movie “Scanners”). It'll re-level the playing field. Hell, they could carry the juice right on ‘em, feeding continuously through shunts surgically embedded in their skin. For cyclists, it would open up a whole new product line of clip on carbon ampoule and syringe holders and light weight tubing. Runners could just wear them in bandoliers slung over their shoulders. Baseballers could leave their corked bats in the locker, and simply use their bare arms to knock the “juiced up” balls outa the park. (Imagine the savings in bats alone). Drooling footballers could literally “Hulk Out” on the field. Wild eyed basketballers could fidget and twitch like squirrels, while negotiating their way to 12’ high hoops. And hockey players might become a little aggressive. (Hey, wait a minute…).
Ya know, we’d be getting the best “ARTEFICIAL SPORTS”....EVER. Records broken every time some new cocktail came out. Of course, nobody would ever be “going for six” again, because nobody’s fragile little heart would last that long. (Then again, we could go into the whole mechanical replacements/cyborg thing – but that is another discussion).
Look, we won’t get the lies, the deceit, the accusations (followed by vehement denials), the lawsuits, the press s**t-storms,…… the disappointment in our heroes. They wouldn’t be dying alone in hotel rooms, tortured by depression and guilt. Instead, we'd be proudly helicoptering them down from mountain tops in litters, like true martyrs for fame and sport. We could honor them respectfully and reverently as we bury them one at a time, remembering their super-achievements.
And...for a short time....THEY might even realize their wildest dreams of fame and fortune without the fear of getting caught.
I feel better now.
It’s not the fact that some of our sports heroes take performance enhancing substances. It’s the deceit, lies, and dirty press that goes along with it.
Why don’t we just let them pump whatever ‘roid, dope, caffeine, rocket fuel…., whatever into their systems, until their veins are surging and squirming under there skin, and their muscles are writhing and convulsing uncontrollably: finally blowing up in a finale of blood and guts. (Have you ever seen the movie “Scanners”). It'll re-level the playing field. Hell, they could carry the juice right on ‘em, feeding continuously through shunts surgically embedded in their skin. For cyclists, it would open up a whole new product line of clip on carbon ampoule and syringe holders and light weight tubing. Runners could just wear them in bandoliers slung over their shoulders. Baseballers could leave their corked bats in the locker, and simply use their bare arms to knock the “juiced up” balls outa the park. (Imagine the savings in bats alone). Drooling footballers could literally “Hulk Out” on the field. Wild eyed basketballers could fidget and twitch like squirrels, while negotiating their way to 12’ high hoops. And hockey players might become a little aggressive. (Hey, wait a minute…).
Ya know, we’d be getting the best “ARTEFICIAL SPORTS”....EVER. Records broken every time some new cocktail came out. Of course, nobody would ever be “going for six” again, because nobody’s fragile little heart would last that long. (Then again, we could go into the whole mechanical replacements/cyborg thing – but that is another discussion).
Look, we won’t get the lies, the deceit, the accusations (followed by vehement denials), the lawsuits, the press s**t-storms,…… the disappointment in our heroes. They wouldn’t be dying alone in hotel rooms, tortured by depression and guilt. Instead, we'd be proudly helicoptering them down from mountain tops in litters, like true martyrs for fame and sport. We could honor them respectfully and reverently as we bury them one at a time, remembering their super-achievements.
And...for a short time....THEY might even realize their wildest dreams of fame and fortune without the fear of getting caught.
I feel better now.