Friday, June 20, 2008

The cross exam we really wanted to see

Could this have happened before the CAS in March?
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Brenna: You want answers?
Suh: I think I'm entitled to them.
Brenna: You want answers?
Suh: I want the truth!
Brenna: You can't handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has cheaters. And those cheaters have to be found by men with laboratories. Who's gonna do it? You? You Mr. TBV? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Landis and you curse WADA. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Landis’ loss, while tragic, probably saved cycling. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves sport...You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me in that lab. You need me in that lab.
We use words like metbolites, code, Isoprime...we use these words as the backbone to a life spent defending something. You use 'em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it! I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a test tube and run a sample. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!
Suh: Did you order the dancing monkey?
Brenna: (quietly) I did the job you sent me to do.
Suh: Did you order the dancing money?
Brenna: You're goddamn right I did!!

1 comment:

GMR said...

Hilarious! Thanks for the laugh Eightzero!