drugs in sport

I’m about 85% sure that I walked past disgraced sports doctor Stephen Dank this morning on my way to work. On a dreary morning in South Melbourne, Dank strangely stood out as he hurried along the Clarendon St sidewalk, an umbrella shielding his prominent face from lashings of wind and rain – and, perhaps, the…

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The NRL season kicks off tonight, I think. It marks another year towards my eventual divorce from the sport that, as a 15-year-old, I was completely obsessed with. I used to write letters to Rugby League Week. They were always published. There was something enthralling about getting your letter published in the rugby league bible;…

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