I just wasn’t sure which was which

It’s very rare for the Olsen family to have the television on of a morning, but today was the second consecutive day of the school holidays when the screen occupied the attention of the two adults in the family. Yesterday it was Adam Scott’s Masters victory, and today it was two explosions that struck at the end of the Boston Marathon.

After half an hour or so of eyewitness reports, quick press conferences with the Mayor of Boston and President Obama, and phone interviews with Aussies in Boston for the marathon such as Rob de Castella, ABC News 24 brought in their usual sports guy.

After talking about the marathon for a while, he segued: “For what it’s worth, here is the other sports news of today.” After some highlights of various things, he took us to a quick grab from Natalie Medhurst being interviewed on-court after her Firebirds won their match in the ANZ Championship last night. She praised her team for their intensity. I hoped she wasn’t watching. Her comments would have been highly appropriate in their original context, but just sounded pathetic thanks to the other events of the day.

It all reminded me of sitting in Federation Square in December 2010 on my first day of summer holidays. While most of Melbourne busied themselves on their way to work, I found a ledge on which to sit to watch the ABC News that was being broadcast on the big screen. I was there because I had some time to kill: Mrs EPO was at work, and the first day of the Australian Open Wild Card Playoff tournament which I was heading to was still an hour away from starting.

The news that morning was from Russia where there were serious ethnic riots. They became a stunning backdrop to my morning.

As one does on the first day of any break from work, I had already awoken feeling lucky to be alive. The train was filled with commuters while I was blissfully enjoying Sports Illustrated on my way to a day’s tennis where I would see if Alicia Molik had one last chance to make it back to the Open and I could also see this new Barty kid everyone was talking about.

Suddenly, I found myself looking around a quiet Federation Square where a few stragglers were grabbing a quiet drink or snack on their way to work. I couldn’t help but wonder just how Melbourne and Moscow could co-exist at that precise moment. How I could be the middle-class guy who was about to spend his day watching incredibly talented women thwack a ball at each other for a few hours for my entertainment. How those on the television were the guys who were about to spend their days in vicious riots.

“Perspective” is perhaps the most fascinating word that is used in relation to sport. That morning, I knew it was relevant to my situation, but I didn’t know exactly how. Should I see the tennis that I was about to view as being utterly meaningless as people my age in Russia were about to experience and instigate such violence? Or should my experience – exhibited on that day by the ability to peacefully enjoy life’s pleasures after a long year’s work – help to display just how ludicrous, shameful, wasteful and horrific racism and ethnic violence can be?

This morning, my experience watching the coverage from Boston was strangely similar.

The ABC were replaying an amateur video shot in Boston. It showed the smoke rising behind the flags that were flying near the finish line.

As the chaos ensued on screen, a 15 month old walked around the corner into my line of sight and approached me on the couch. He was brandishing a book in my direction. “Hey mate, would you like to read a book?” “YES!” was the ever-so-exuberant reply.

And so, while the amateur video became shakier, I picked up the kid so that he could sit on my lap and excitedly open his book to the first page.

While incredibly brave people ran towards the site of the first explosion in order to help any victims, Hairy Maclary was looking for someone who might want to throw a Frisbee with him.

While the eye-witness being interviewed showed the blood stains on his clothes, Hairy Maclary ran off like a shot after the Frisbee that had been thrown by Miss Plum.

While the eye-witness spoke of seeing and helping people who had lost two limbs from the blast, Grandmother Pugh’s hat flew off into the distance.

As people madly tried to divert runners who were approaching the site of the blast, Hairy Maclary returned with Grandmother Pugh’s hat.

While other people were spending their time desperately trying to find out whether or not their friends and relatives were safe, I sat with my son who pointed at Hairy Maclary on each page, attempting to say “dog” as he proudly found the protagonist.

I was sure that one should be putting the other into some kind of perspective.

I just wasn’t sure which was which.

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A Buddy Restriction

The idea that occasionally a newspaper or a journalist tries to enhance a sense of controversy in a story with the aim of selling papers is nothing new. Especially when the papers are Melbournian and the story is related to the AFL’s off-field shenanigans. In the past few weeks, Caroline Wilson of The Age and others like her at the Herald Sun have tried to create controversy related to Buddy Franklin’s contract situation without acknowledging the whole story. Subsequently, talkback radio and television panel shows have jumped on the bandwagon, similarly attempting to cash in on speculation and concern amongst Hawks supporters about the future of their star forward.

While the media has been focussed on Franklin’s decision to put off contract discussions with the Hawks until season’s end, they have rarely focussed on one crucial piece of information: Franklin will be a restricted free agent rather than an unrestricted free agent.

Restricted free agents can seek out and/or receive contract offers from other clubs for the following season, however their current club has the opportunity to match any offer the player receives. If their current club chooses to match all offers, the player must remain with their current club.

This puts Franklin in quite a different situation from, for example, Brendon Goddard last year who was an unrestricted free agent and welcome to sign with any club who offered him a contract regardless of what St.Kilda might have wanted to occur.

So, if David Koch is right and Port Adelaide are going to place a contract offer on the table in front of Buddy, two things need to happen before Franklin becomes a member of the Power: (1) Franklin needs to accept the Power’s offer, and (2) the Hawks must decide not to match Port’s offer.

Similarly, if GWS place a contract on the table and Andrew Demetriou and the AFL offer Franklin more money to become a football ambassador in Sydney, two things need to happen before Franklin becomes a Giant: (1) Franklin needs to accept GWS’s offer, and (2) the Hawks must decide not to match GWS’s offer. The Hawks don’t need to match the AFL’s extra money – it’s not something that the Hawks need to consider at all.

Either way, the final choice of Buddy’s location in 2014 will eventually be made by Hawthorn.

Caroline Wilson argues that Franklin has made a “crazy decision to take hostage of the Hawks’ season” by not completing his contract discussions now. This metaphor appears to mean one of two things:

(1)   The most reasonable argument is that if Franklin plans to re-sign with Hawthorn, he should do so as soon as possible because the club will then know how much money they have left under the salary cap to sign other players for 2014. It could be argued that Franklin has “taken hostage” of the Hawks as they won’t be able to sign other players until they re-sign him as he’s one of their highest paid players. This makes some sense, until you actually look at what has occurred since Franklin made his decision: the Hawks have re-signed both Luke Hodge and Sam Mitchell for 2014 – their highest paid uncontracted players. The only other Hawks who will be free agents at year’s end? Max Bailey, Xavier Ellis and Michael Osborne. If their contracts aren’t sorted till the end of the year, that’s hardly Franklin holding the club hostage.

(2)   The other way that Franklin can be seen as holding the club hostage is included in the caption to the image in Wilson’s story: “If Lance Franklin struggles for form, the contract issue will be continually mentioned.” So, what Wilson seems to be trying to say is that if Franklin doesn’t sign a contract with Hawthorn during the season, she and other members of the media will keep harping on about it. The implication of this being that such media coverage will ensure that the Hawks are distracted and don’t perform as well as they should this season. If this interpretation of the phrase “take hostage of the Hawks’ season” is correct, it’s interesting to think that some sections of the media might see it as being their role to attempt to cause damage to the performance of football clubs.

In other sports, restricted free agents usually gain a sense of their own worth by waiting till season’s end and testing the market. Most often, they are offered contracts that are matched by their own clubs, or they learn that other clubs aren’t nearly as interested in them as their current clubs are. Just occasionally, though, something different happens.

After Linsanity hit New York and the NBA in 2012, Jeremy Lin was a restricted free agent. Instead of re-signing with the Knicks during the season, Lin decided that he should find out what he was worth on the open market in order to maximise his earnings. The Houston Rockets offered him a relatively huge offer sheet which he signed, expecting the Knicks to match the offer so that Lin could return to New York where he had become so very loved. Some argued that the Rockets weren’t even expecting to sign Lin, they just wanted to ensure that the Knicks took as big a hit to their salary cap as possible when signing him. To the surprise of almost everyone, though, the Knicks decided Lin wasn’t worth the contract and suddenly he was off to Houston, opening up cap space in New York in return.

Maybe Buddy Franklin will be playing in the colours of a team other than Hawthorn next year. Maybe Port or GWS or someone else will offer him a massive contract that the Hawks will choose not to match. Maybe the Hawks will need to let go of Bailey, Ellis, Osborne and others to ensure they can afford the increase in Franklin’s contract.

But those reading the Melbourne papers need to ignore the headlines that imply otherwise and remember one thing. In the end, Buddy is not unrestricted and free to choose exactly where he plays next year. The final decision on his future belongs to the Hawks.

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The Moment

It’s one of the most awesome YouTube moments of 2013:

Did you see the look on his face? Didn’t it remind you of what sport is all about?

What?

You missed it?

Go back. Look for him again.

He’s what? 10 years old, maybe? At the game with a few mates, in courtside seats. DeAndre Jordan dunks the ball over Brandon Knight, and all four of the kids vacate those seats immediately. Three of them jump around in excitement. But it’s him, standing up in the black on the left of screen, whose expression is the most priceless.

Go back. Look for him again. He appears 12 seconds into the video.

Recently, it has felt like so many of the world’s sporting stars have forgotten the wonder and purity of the kid’s expression. They’ve forgotten the reason why we love these silly games in the first place. Why we fete them so.

It’s all there, in the three-or-so seconds during which the kid’s on the screen.

Go back. Take another look, and try not to smile to yourself as you do so. You’re watching a moment that the kid will never forget.

While his mates launch themselves around, he stands contrastingly still, completely stunned by what he just saw. He stares up at the scoreboard, simultaneously experiencing two beautiful moments: the digestion of the fact that he was there and saw what he saw, and the awesome anticipation of the imminent replay.

Back in the days when his column in Sports Illustrated was compulsory reading, Rick Reilly wrote one of the most beautiful pieces of sportswriting ever penned. It takes longer than 3 seconds, but take your eyes off the kid and visit (or re-visit) ‘Funny You Should Ask’. Even if it’s just for the line: “Grown-ups spend so much time doggedly slaving toward the better car, the perfect house, the big day that will finally make them happy when happy just walked by wearing a bicycle helmet two sizes too big for him.”

Then, once you’ve returned, go back to the video. This time, look behind the kids. Some of the adults are only just starting to stand up towards the end of the 3 seconds. It’s as if they’ve only just remembered how they’re allowed to feel – how they’re supposed to feel – at moments like this one.

To be in the moment when you can’t do anything other than be in awe.

It’s the kid’s left hand that I love the most. After being seemingly stuck by his side for a couple of seconds, while the body slowly comprehends what has just occurred, the arm is raised as the kid starts to tap the back of his hand on his mate’s shoulder. But it’s such a light tap. It pays deference to the fact that his mates are there, but nothing more. For the kid’s in the moment. The moment can be shared later, and the story of it retold time and time again. For now, the moment is just too full-on.

Sportspeople are constantly caught in scandals that can and will destroy a kid’s expression of wonder. Drugs, match-fixing, tanking, whatever. Swimmers playing pranks on each other while at the Olympics, cricketers not doing their homework and sending arrogant Tweets during their worst performance in an age.

Meanwhile, adults are regularly forgetting why they love sport in the first place. Maybe it’s a generic and ongoing loss of innocence and joy that comes with the pressures of everyday life. Maybe it’s sports betting. Maybe it’s disillusionment with any number of establishments. Maybe it’s a slowly ingrained need to loudly criticise players and officials for destroying a fan’s “enjoyment of the game”.

As we age, those of us who still remember why we love these games come to realise that we appreciate sport differently as we traverse adulthood. We still leap out of our seats, but not as often as we once did. Instead, we are far more likely to look on in wonder while truly appreciating the artful string of passes and tactics that lead to the wide open shot. Moments we missed as children.

Nobel Prize-winning author J.M.Coetzee unsurprisingly describes the experience eloquently, when discussing watching Roger Federer:

“One starts by envying Federer, one moves from there to admiring him and one ends up neither envying him or admiring him but exalted at the revelation of what a human being – a being like oneself – can do.”

Exactly.

Go back to the video. You know you want to. Just one last time.

Remember what it’s like again. To be in the moment. To see something so freakin’ incredible that there is no earthly way that you can think about anything else.

To be there.

And to forever smile at the memory.

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Odes to Defeat

The small space in which sport and art come together has forever been changed by Algerian artist Adel Abdesseme. His five-metre-tall statue of Zinedine Zidane’s infamous headbutt of Italy’s Marco Materazzi in the 2006 World Cup Final now stands outside the Pompidou museum.

Instead of celebrating Zidane’s professionalism and incredible successes – perhaps one of his two goals in the 1998 Final that helped lead France to their only World Cup – Abdesseme instead has  immortalised Zidane’s brainfart that saw him sent off before the French lost in a penalty shootout.

Such a work “goes against the tradtion of making statues in honour of certain victories,” exhibition organizer Alain Michaud said. “It is an ode to defeat.”

The good news is that this is the first of many such sculptures to be exhibited around the world – odes to brainfarts and defeats alike.

What follows is a summary of recently commissioned works to be unveiled in the next 12 months.

Eric Cantona will be seen leaping over the fence and kicking a fan in the chest. He will be in Cantona’s hometown of Marseille, leaping over the fence outside the Marseille Opera House.

Out the front of the MCG, the late, great Jim Stynes will be seen in full stride, running between Gary Buckenara and the man standing the mark in the 1987 AFL Preliminary Final.

Evander Holyfield will be reacting in pain after just having had part of his ear bitten off by Mike Tyson. The spat out piece of ear would be lying nearby for tourists to pose with on the Las Vegas Strip.

In Prague’s Wenceslas Square, Jana Novotna will be breaking down in tears and being comforted by the Duchess of Kent after her choke in the 1993 Wimbledon Final.

Four athletes will share a laugh as they lie on beds, two shooting up with their own injections, the others both receiving a blood transfusion. Recognised to be Ben Johnson, Marion Jones, Lance Armstrong and Barry Bonds. They will be cut into a mountain Mount Rushmore-style somewhere near Montreal, the home of the World Anti-Doping Agency.

The back of a massively-shouldered Chinese woman in a swimsuit will be seen in Tiananmen Square.

Scottie Pippen will sit on the bench refusing to be involved for the final play of the game because coach Phil Jackson drew up a play that would see Toni Kukoc take the final shot. Pippen will sit somewhere behind the statue of Michael Jordan in Chicago.

A string of statues will greet you as you approach that of Bradman at the International Cricket Hall of Fame in Bowral. First are Mark Waugh and Shane Warne on their phones, then comes Hansie Cronje being introduced to a bookmaker by Mohammed Azharuddin, and finally Mohammed Asif will be bowling a no-ball.

In Piazza Verona in Rome, Roberto Baggio will be looking down at his feet having just missed the penalty in the shootout that handed Brazil the 1994 World Cup.

Tiger Woods will be behind the wheel of a car on the road entering the Augusta National Golf Club. The car is about to hit a fire hydrant as Woods’ ex-wife Elin Nordegren runs behind, brandishing a golf club..

Manti Te’o will have his arm around a non-existant girlfriend in the guise of the latest Internet meme just behind the end zone at Notre Dame Stadium.

Serena Williams will be mid-expletive, pointing her racquet threateningly at a seated lineswoman. The lineswoman will sit quietly at the base of the red stairs in Times Square, Serena glaring down upon her.

In Melbourne’s Federation Square, Greg Norman will be seen falling as if shot in the heart during his meltdown in the 1996 Masters.

And on the grounds of the Olympic Museum in Lausanne, Switzerland will be one statue commemorating the best of both the Summer and Winter Games. On one lawn will be two Chinese and two South Korean badminton players desperately trying to lose their match. On the other will be a masked man taking a club to the knee of Nancy Kerrigan.

In related news, another newly commissioned statue has nothing to do with sport at all. Next to the Tidal Basin in Washington D.C., on one’s walk between the Lincoln Memorial and the Martin Luther King, Jr Memorial, will be Bill Clinton. He will not be having sex with that woman.

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Alberto Contador v The Court of Arbitration for Sport

In the week of Lance Armstrong’s confession that he cheated his way to his seven Tour de France victories, there is one other cyclist worth mentioning: Alberto Contador, the Spaniard who won the 2007 and 2009 tours, and whose 2010 victory was removed due to a suspension for the use of performance enhancing drugs.

One of the drug tests submitted by Contador during the 2010 Tour revealed that he had an illegally high level of clenbuterol in his system. After he was suspended pending an investigation, the Royal Spanish Cycling Federation (RFEC) cleared Contador as they believed that he had most likely provided the positive test because he had eaten contaminated food.

The International Cycling Union (UCI) and the World Anti-Doping Authority (WADA) were not convinced, and took Contador’s case to the Court of Arbitration for Sport (CAS). They delivered their finding in February last year. Most of what follows comes directly from their Final Award, which can be read in full here. Lawyers for Contador, WADA and the UCI are all referenced where appropriate.

Paragraph 224, Mr Contador:

The importance and difficulty of the struggle against doping in sport has however brought about a qualification to…normal indispensable precepts of justice. That qualification is that once a strict liability doping offence is established by demonstrating no more than the presence of a prohibited substance in an athlete’s sample, the burden shifts onto the athlete to establish how the substance came into his body and that he bore no fault or negligence for its presence. In essence, the athlete must prove his innocence. This significant incursion into the rights of the accused is however justified by the need to protect sport and the difficulty faced by the regulatory authority to actively prove the method of ingestion and the athlete’s degree of fault.

193, The Court:

Where these Anti-Doping Rules place the burden of proof upon the License-Holder alleged to have committed an anti-doping rule violation to rebut a presumption or establish specified facts or circumstances, the standard of proof shall be by a balance of probability.

So, the Court’s job was to determine which of the ways in which the clenbuterol may have come to be in Contador’s system was “more probable”, regardless of reasonable doubt.

The Meat Contamination Scenario

327, The Court:

The Panel is satisfied that Mr Contador ate meat at the relevant time and that if the meat that he ate was contaminated with clenbuterol it is possible that this caused the presence of 50 pg/mL clenbuterol in a urine doping sample.

329, The Court:

As the parties agreed that it is possible that a contaminated piece of meat could cause an adverse analytical finding of 50 pg/mL of clenbuterol, the only remaining element (the “missing link”) is whether that specific piece of meat was contaminated with clenbuterol. The Panel is not prepared to conclude from a mere possibility that the meat could have been contaminated that an actual contamination occurred.

The Blood Transfusion Scenario

344. The Court:

No person in the “environment” of Mr Contador saw or alleged that Mr Contador underwent a blood transfusion. No person submitted that Mr Contador knew of their wrongdoings or that they acted in part or entirely in concert with each other. This is all the more surprising since the blood transfusion scenario implies that at least a group of people must have been involved (Athlete, donor of plasma, somebody harvesting the plasma, somebody storing the plasma and blood bags, somebody re-injecting the plasma and the blood, etc).

367, The Court:

The Panel comes to the conclusion that the Athlete’s blood parameters cannot establish a blood transfusion. The Panel understands that the Appellants do not want to prove per se that the Athlete underwent a blood transfusion but only argue that a blood transfusion is more likely to have caused the presence of clenbuterol than the meat contamination scenario.

Contador undertook a voluntary polygraph examination and forwarded it to the Court. In it, he answered the questions: “Did you undergo a transfusion on July 20 or July 21, 2010? (No); On July 20 or July 21, 2010 did you receive a transfusion? (No); Did you submit to a transfusion on July 20 or July 21, 2010? (No); Did you knowingly ingest clenbuterol on July 20 or July 21, 2010? (No); Between July 20 and July 21, 2010 did you deliberately ingest clenbuterol? (No); Were you aware that clenbuterol was entering your body, in any way, on July 20 or July 21, 2010? (No)”

386, The Court:

Dr Louis Rovner concluded in his expert report, and confirmed during the hearing, that “it is my professional opinion that Alberto Contador was telling the truth when he answered the relevant questions above.”

393, The Court:

In respect to the probative value of the polygraph test the Panel notes that the examination was conducted by Dr Louis Rovner, a highly experienced polygraph examiner who alleges to be 95% accurate and that the remaining 5% were false positive results.

454, The Court:

To sum up…the Panel finds that although the blood transfusion theory is a possible explanation for the adverse analytical finding, in light of all the evidence…it is very unlikely to have occurred.

455, The Court:

The Panel has thus concluded that both the meat contamination scenario and the blood transfusion scenario are – in principle – possible explanations for the adverse analytical findings, but are however equally unlikely. In the Panel’s opinion…the third scenario is not only possible, but the more likely of the three.

The Supplement Scenario

130. UCI:

It is possible that the clenbuterol found in the urine of Mr Contador was ingested with a contaminated food supplement and that this route of ingestion is more likely than an ingestion of contaminated meat. Such likelihood results from the widespread use of food supplements in sports, the incidence of food supplements contaminated with prohibited substances, including clenbuterol, the use of food supplements in the Astana team during the 2010 Tour de France and the fact that there is no proof that Mr Contador did not use other food supplements than those used by the rest of the team, and the absence of investigation by Mr Contador of this route of ingestion.

132. WADA:

Another plausible scenario is that the adverse analytical finding results from a contamination through a food supplement. Clenbuterol is precisely one of the substances which can be found in food supplements. Mr Contador admitted that he used the food supplements of the team. WADA considers that it is not verifiable whether Mr Contador took other food supplements or that his team’s food supplements were not proven to be not contaminated. WADA therefore submits that it is more likely to test positive as the consequence of use of a food supplement rather than as a consequence of the consumption of ingestion of contaminated meat in Europe.

135. Contador:

Mr Contador further asserts that the contaminated supplement theory should also be set aside. In fact, he did not take any supplements between his 20 July 2010 test and his 21 July 2010 test. Moreover, all the Astana riders were taking the same supplements throughout the 2010 Tour de France and, more generally, the 2010 season; none of them failed a doping control test. The same supplements have been made available in 2011 and none of those riders have failed any doping test for clenbuterol. Finally, none of the manufacturers of the supplements that were made available for Astana have been implicated in any contamination case, use or store clenbuterol or any other prohibited substance in their warehouses, or have ever been blamed for an athlete’s positive drug test. The Appellants’ suggestion that he may have taken another food supplement is speculation.

138 RFEC:

No evidence is produced by WADA or the UCI to prove contamination through vitamin supplements. The Appellants solely make statements without any documentary support.

216. Contador:

The Appellants’ supplement scenario is simply a fall-back position and is not corroborated by any evidence whatsoever and amounts to the following allegations:

a)            the Athlete was taking supplements;

b)            supplements have in the past been found to be contaminated with prohibited

substances; and therefore

c)            the clenbuterol in the Athlete’s sample could have come from a contaminated

supplement.

217. Contador:

It is notable that the Appellants have not actually ruled out contaminated meat as a possibility (because they cannot do so) but that they have merely asserted that the blood transfusion theory and the supplement theory are more likely to have been the source of the prohibited substance. This leaves the Panel faced with a choice of three possibilities as to how the clenbuterol entered the Athlete’s system.

230. Contador:

When an athlete is seeking to establish the source of a substance on the balance of probabilities, CAS panels have accepted submissions from the authorities to the effect that a mere speculation as to a source is insufficient. The principle of equal treatment requires authorities to be held to the same high standards. So here, for example, when the Appellants speculate without any evidence whatsoever that the source may have been a contaminated supplement, CAS must remember the scepticism with which it would regard a similar argument coming from an athlete.

284. The Court:

[The Appellants] presume that because there is no history with clenbuterol, the meat is unlikely to have been contaminated. According to Mr Contador, that is a surprising conclusion of the Appellants; in order to try and demonstrate their allegation, the counsels for Mr Contador asked the following question and invited the Panel to consider it by analogy: Would the Appellants conclude that an athlete did not dope or had been the victim of food supplements contamination on the basis that he passed 500 doping control tests before failing one? They do not.

483. The Court:

In respect to whether or not [Contatdor] may have used supplements not mentioned on the list, the Panel is of the opinion that the assertions of the Athlete himself and the statements of his teammates are insufficient in terms of evidence to rule out that possibility.

484. The Court:

Having found that it is possible that the adverse analytical finding was caused by the ingestion of contaminated food supplements, it remains to be examined whether the meat contamination theory or the food supplement theory is more likely to have occurred.

487. The Court:

Considering that the Athlete took supplements in considerable amounts, that it is incontestable that supplements may be contaminated, that athletes have frequently tested positive in the past because of contaminated food supplements, that in the past an athlete has also tested positive for a food supplement contaminated with clenbuterol, and that the Panel considers it very unlikely that the piece of meat ingested by him was contaminated with clenbuterol, it finds that, in light of all the evidence on record, the Athlete’s positive test for clenbuterol is more likely to have been caused by the ingestion of a contaminated food supplement than by a blood transfusion or the ingestion of contaminated meat. This does not mean that the Panel is convinced beyond reasonable doubt that this scenario of ingestion of a contaminated food supplement actually happened. This is not required by the UCI ADR or by the WADC, which refer the Panel only to the balance of probabilities as the applicable standard of the burden of proof.

489. The Court:

Consequently, the Athlete is found to have committed an anti-doping violation.

493. The Court:

As none of the conditions for eliminating or reducing the period of ineligibility…are applicable – in particular because the exact contaminated supplement is unknown and the circumstances surrounding its ingestion are equally unknown – the period of ineligibility shall be two years.

507. Contador:

It is common ground that the amount of clenbuterol in the Athlete’s system on 21 July 2010 was too small to have had any effect whatsoever. Any results subsequently obtained by the Athlete cannot therefore have been affected…The Athlete has undergone approximately 20 tests since he has resumed competing, all of which he has passed.

512. The Court

In summary, the Panel concludes that:

a)            the Athlete’s positive test for clenbuterol is more likely to have been caused by the ingestion of a contaminated food supplement than by a blood transfusion or the ingestion of contaminated meat;

b)            no evidence has been adduced proving that the Athlete acted with no fault or negligence or no significant fault or negligence;

c)            a two year period of ineligibility shall be imposed upon the Athlete, running as of 25 January 2011;

d)            the 2010 Tour de France result of Mr Contador shall be disqualified as well as the results obtained in all competitions he participated in after 25 January 2011 when the ineligibility period is decided to have begun.

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Moving Home

It’s New Year’s Eve 2012, and for the first time I’m writing a column from the Olsens’ new home in Canberra after Mrs EPO, the 11-month-old, the cat and I left Geelong just prior to Christmas.

Mrs EPO and I both grew up in Canberra, leaving ten years ago for Wollongong, a town in which we never felt a part. The ‘Gong and the Olsens stared at each other as if from a distance, neither feeling entirely comfortable in the presence of the other, nor feeling a loss when the family moved to Geelong after three years.

Within days, Geelong became home. Actually, it’s difficult to know whether it was Geelong as a whole or Geelong West – the suburb in which we accidentally landed – that enveloped us with such a welcoming sense of community. Either way, one led to our love for the other.

Living around the corner from Pakington St in Geelong West was unlike all of our previous experiences. We were living “somewhere”, a venue to which people from elsewhere would flock. Pako is as interesting a strip of shops as we’ve seen anywhere in Australia – within a 5 minute walk from home, we had access to truly excellent restaurants and cafes, three pizza joints with Crust the least reputable, five bakeries including some of the best apple cakes to be found in Victoria (the fact that they have never made it to bakeries north of the border is still one of life’s most devastating mysteries), an awesome fruit shop and deli, a new Woolies, a great local library and a bunch of local and national clothing, linen and knick-knack shops, and all of the other necessities. Often, our guests wouldn’t have to go further afield to seriously enjoy filling up their day.

Pako epitomises a metropolitan Australian country town experience. Dead at 7am, by 10 the street is buzzing every day other than Sunday. Saturdays see the sausage sizzle out the front of the newsagent staffed by volunteers from a different local or national charity raising a few dollars while local dogs drink from the ice cream containers provided for them out the front of various shops and cafes.

Local characters quickly started to infiltrate our consciousness. The one well-moustached homeless guy, the jovial deaf bloke who would be selling the Big Issue out the front of Woolies, Michael the local Italian Barista whose flags adorning his outlet would change from Italy to Ferrari to the Cats depending on the time of year, and the bloke who would cycle to and from work in his fluros on one of his vast collection of novelty bikes – yesterday a tiny clown’s bike, today a young girl’s resplendent with tassels and basket.

And of course, there were the Cats who would go about their daily business quietly unless asked for a photo with a local kid or three. Live and eat out in Geelong long enough and you’ll share a restaurant with all of the squad at some stage or another. My favourite moment was sitting in Steampacket Café on Aberdeen St with Mrs EPO early on during our time in town. A short, curly haired, elderly man crossed the road to collect some takeaway. “You’ll recognise him,” I said to Mrs EPO. “No?” she replied, to my surprise. Seconds later, Bob Davis’ voice rang out as he greeted the waitress behind us, and Mrs EPO beamed with recognition.

As two footy fans coming to town in ’06, we arrived wondering just what it would be like to experience the AFL in Victoria. Unsurprisingly, this year it became the first thing we would say that we’d miss upon departing the state. Trying to describe footy’s presence in the life of Victoria and Victorians is something for another time. For the moment, let’s just say that small moments consistently reminded us of its omnipotence. Moments like whistling the Hawthorn song in the backyard after my Hawks defeated Geelong one afternoon, only to be sworn at by an anonymous voice over the back fence; like having the kids next door commentating their own backyard games, with the Hawks always winning in the yard to our left and the Saints always winning in the yard to our right; like Mrs EPO in her Swans scarf and me in my Hawks scarf at the drive-through coffee joint on our way to this year’s Grand Final, causing our server to smile broadly: “this could be interesting!”

And what a perfect few footballing years to have lived in Geelong. Both of our clubs won Premierships and the Cats won three, the town’s car horns blaring in ecstasy seconds after the final siren of each of them.

When not engaging with Geelong itself, we would make use of the places that were a blissfully easy drive away. Our humble townhouse was within 25 minutes of Bass Strait and the Seachange that is Barwon Heads and Ocean Grove, and was exactly an hour to the car park under the spire of Melbourne’s Arts Centre, from which we walked to see gigs, plays, footy and the tennis.

As we came to realise that our time in Geelong was fast coming to an end, we experienced the nostalgia that comes with enjoying a place for a finite amount of time. For Mrs EPO and I, it manifested itself in a range of unanswerable questions that one would ask the other at random moments. Will we ever live on the route of a tourist seaplane again? Will we ever have an anniversary-worthy restaurant just a couple of minutes from our door again? Will we ever be able to walk to the AFL again? Will an international sporting event ever pass within a few doors of our house again as the World Cycling Championships did in 2010? Will we ever find ourselves stopped for a chat by as many people as we would on Pako? Will so many people from elsewhere drive to come to our local again?

Upon leaving town, it suddenly felt that living somewhere was something that one should not have allowed one’s self to become used to. Now, we’ll have to get used to being in the car: driving to somewhere from our home in elsewhere.

The 11-month-old and I started our day this morning with a 10-minute drive to Lake Burley Griffin for our morning walk. No longer taking in the Geelong Waterfront, we found ourselves strolling past endlessly affable Canberrans on foot or bike in front of the National Library before he, on all fours, chased the seagulls who had previously been minding their own business in front of the International Flag Display. Tonight, once he’s in bed, Mrs EPO and I will enjoy the stunning view of the final sunset of 2012 from our living areas as the sun drops seemingly vertically behind the Brindabellas.

And we’ll share a bottle of wine from the Bellarine, for ol’ times’ sake.

We’re a long way from home. And yet, we’ve returned.

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If an Olympic legend retires and there’s no-one there to cover it…

The inside back-page of The Saturday Age sport section, called ‘World of Sport’, includes 6 brief summaries of sports stories from around the world. The little stories that aren’t nearly as important as those on the 18 pages that come beforehand. This past weekend, it included stories such as: New Zealand’s win to tie their test cricket series with Sri Lanka at 1-1, the positive drug test of Russian Olympic silver-medal-winning discus thrower Darya Pishchalnikova, and the two changes to the Wallabies’ side for a test against Wales.

Two weekends ago, on Saturday November 17, the stories included Aussie squash player Ryan Cuskelly’s win in the Toronto Cup, a theatre project about the New York Yankees having been commissioned, and Rafael Nadal’s announcement that he’ll make his comeback in an exhibition in Abu Dhabi in December. Oh, and the story of the retirement of an athlete who has won more Olympic medals than any Australian other than Ian Thorpe.

When Thorpe retired, it was a massive story. In The Age, it was front-page news and an 8 page wrap-around of The Age sport was devoted to Thorpe’s career, despite it being the day before the start of the 2006 Ashes Series. The blanket coverage and idolatry was no surprise, of course. He’s the only Aussie with 5 Olympic gold medals to his name, winning 3 of them in Sydney which made him the most successful face of the country’s home Games. On top of that, his retirement was even more newsworthy as it was a surprise – he was still expected to be successful in Beijing, and so was seen to be walking away from the opportunity to add to his record of most Olympic Gold medals and most overall medals for Australia.

And here we are, six years later, and the only mention of the retirement of Australia’s only other athlete to win 9 Olympic medals, Leisel Jones, is relegated to the ‘World of Sport’ section.

November 17, 2012 wasn’t exactly a huge news day in the world of Australian sport. The football codes were in genuine off-season mode, the Spring Carnival was over, and it was an off-week between cricket tests. The Australian Masters golf tournament was on, however one of The Age’s two stories on that competition was based on the contention that interest in the tournament was waning like never before.

In the heart of footy-land, The Age devoted two pages to the upcoming AFL Draft and another two to off-season AFL news including the axing of ABC2’s Marngrook Footy Show. Other page-long stories deemed more newsworthy than Jones’ retirement included a profile of Sweden’s Zlatan Ibrahimovic after he scored that goal in a friendly against England, an interview with Racing Victoria’s head veterinarian about his background and the integrity and drug issues facing horse racing, and the fact that Jamie Whincup was going to win the V8 Supercar championship for the year no matter what happened at the race in Benalla that afternoon.

Jones might not have had the career or cache of Thorpe, but the lack of coverage was startling.

Leisel Jones is the only Australian swimmer to compete at 4 Olympic Games. The only Aussie not named Thorpe to win 9 Olympic Medals. A 3-time Olympic gold medallist, leaving her only behind Thorpe, Fraser, Rose and Cuthbert on Australia’s all-time list. A world record holder in a few different events.

The country has seen her grow-up from being Australian swimming’s youngest Olympic medallist when she won two silvers in Sydney at age 15 to the mature woman who would “like to continue as a role model and mentor for younger athletes” during her retirement. She is a team-leader who stood up to bullies who were creating disharmony within the Australian team in London, and a forgiving athlete who when asked about the coverage of her physique in London said that there was “nothing to forgive…Media is the game we play, and in the end, I was the one who came out with a silver medal.”

It’s impossible to know, but one wonders whether or not gender played a role in the lack of coverage of Jones’ retirement. The usual argument regarding the fact that sportsmen should receive more coverage as they are more spectacular athletes and therefore more popular and profitable works for most sports in Australia other than swimming. Or so the Australian public have seemed to think over time. Maybe it’s not true of swimming either. Is it too controversial to wonder whether had the retiring Olympic legend been male, he would have received more coverage than was afforded to Jones?

Ultimately, who knows why the Australian media chose to make the retirement of one of Australia’s most successful Olympians such an afterthought on a slow news day in sports. Whatever the reason, though, it was a stunning example of the difference between some successful athletes and others. Six months ago, Australian newspapers used images of Jones on their front pages to drum up criticism and scandal, attacking her physique on the cusp of the London Games. Now, upon her retirement, she is an afterthought. Some athletes can decide what the story is and have the media at their beck and call. Some athletes are used by the media in a completely different fashion.

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