Props to Bonnie Ford for hopping on a plane, getting the records, and sorting this whole thing out.
Let me get this straight:
- Dude checked his bags in. They got lost. Customs found them. Customs searched them.
- Customs found 8 vials of HGH and "other medical paraphernalia", which I can only assume means needles, disinfectant, gauze, etc. Unless it means hemorrhoid cream, in which case, embarrassing!
- Customs officials interviewed him. He said he had a prescription for the HGH for a "career-ending injury", but he refused to identify the name of the doctor or describe the injury. Uh, last time I checked, being a douchebag who sucks at tennis because everyone else is bigger and stronger does not constitute a medically diagnosable "injury". Then again, I'm not a doctor, I just play one on TV.
- He later admitted that he didn't have a prescription (shocker!) and that he bought the HGH off the interwebs. Don't bother. I already checked www.wherecanibuyhgh.com. No info.
- Once all the information was presented, the Magistrate basically rolled his eyes so hard the ball kids are still trying to find them.
- Kid didn't even bother showing up to the hearing, sending his lawyers instead because he had "a thing". That "thing" of course being a really important first round match he promised to lose in Indian Wells.
- But he didn't send his Esquires off without instruction or guidance. He told them to enter a guilty plea. So they did.
Can wait to see what Silence McGee's high-powered lawyers come up with here. This sucker is vacuum sealed.
This kid is a piece of work. A piece of really shitty work.