You’re joining a very accomplished group, the crème de la crème of chemically enhanced miscreants.
Over there is the East German Olympic team. Right next to them, you’ll find Ben Johnson and Marion Jones. That big guy is Mark McGwire. And, of course, the shamelessly corrupt Lance Armstrong needs no introduction.
Sure, you didn’t actually inject the illicit substance into your own body, like the rest of the inductees, but you’ll fit right in.
Yep, this is Baffert’s legacy — not all those great horses he trained.
Even if one of Baffert’s myriad excuses for a positive drug test at the Kentucky Derby somehow passes muster — to hear him tell it, he’s the innocent victim of A) cancel culture pervading the nation, B) a groom who relieved himself in the barn, C) a veterinarian who prescribed the drug in question, or D) the dog ate his homework, we presume — there is no chance of him getting his reputation back.