The Pains of Intention
food wednesday last night’s dinner. grilled swordfish and grilled asparagus.
I can’t get over Basso’s admission to involvement in Puerto and his saying that he didn’t dope, yet had subscribed to Ferrari’s blood doping schedule.
It’s akin to me taking money from the register, wrapping it in cellophane labeled “mine”, storing it in the freezer until I needed it.
“Why no, Mister Manager. I never stole the money. It’s still here!”
May 14th, 2007 at 4:37 am
basso is a dope - thats the problem