American Scandal - BALCO: Steroids and Snake Oil | 1
Episode Date: September 18, 2018A college dropout with no background in science turns himself into an expert on performance enhancing drugs. Soon he attracts some of the world’s best athletes—along with the attention of... a determined federal agent.Need more American Scandal? With Wondery+, enjoy exclusive seasons, binge new seasons first, and listen completely ad-free. Start your free trial in the Wondery App, Apple Podcasts, Spotify or visit https://wondery.app.link/rUic7i1hMNb now. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.
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Start your free trial of Wondery Plus in the Wondery app, Apple Podcasts, or Spotify today. It's September 3rd, 2003.
A little past noon on a clear, sunny day.
Sweat, adrenaline, and anticipation fill the air.
Two dozen officers from five different government agencies stand in a park near the San Francisco airport.
Leading the charge is a lean, focused man standing six foot seven.
Jeff Nowitzki is an agent with the IRS.
But today, he's not after back taxes or secret bank accounts.
This is a drug bust, and not an ordinary one.
Listen up. In a few minutes, we will proceed approximately 1.5 miles to our target.
As far as we know,
the suspects do not own any firearms.
I repeat, as far as we know.
You are to seize all controlled or unknown substances,
paraphernalia, and any documents dating back to 1994.
If you find anything with the name Barry Bonds on it,
notify me ASAP.
They arrive at a strip mall. Nowitzki signals to the officers to surround a low,
nondescript building. The sign outside reads, Balco, Bay Area Laboratory, Kowal.
Federal agents, we have a search warrant. Everybody, show me your hands.
The agents swarm into the building with their guns drawn.
They move quickly, herding the three people inside into the center of the room while they secure the premises.
Joyce Valente, the office manager, is shaking as she raises her hands above her head.
She looks to her husband Jim, Malco's vice president, for reassurance, but he stands silent and ashen. But the agent's
attention isn't focused on them. It's on Victor Conti, the founder and president of Bauco.
He's a muscular 53-year-old with a thin mustache and slick back hair. You might say he looks like
a used car salesman, but he's wearing a white lab coat. It's incongruous, but so is everything about
Victor Conti. Nowitzki instructs an officer to pat Conti down for weapons and asks if he's willing
to talk to them. Conti agrees. They go into the conference room. Nowitzki pressures Conti,
telling him they've got ample proof of his guilt and that his cooperation might be looked on
favorably by prosecutors. It's a well-worn cop tactic, and savvy suspects don't fall for it.
They clam up and insist on having a lawyer present.
But Victor Conti is an odd mixture of brilliance and naivete.
He talks and talks and talks for three hours.
He answers all of Agent Nowitzki's questions.
He even answers questions Nowitzki
doesn't ask. Considering he's going through a federal raid, Victor Conti is surprisingly calm.
He's used to trusting his instinct. It served him well in the past, but this time his instincts
couldn't be more wrong. Conti doesn't know it, but the fallout from this raid will bring down
champions and world record holders.
There will be congressional investigations, lawsuits, and recriminations.
Records will be revoked, careers ended, and jail time served.
This is the story of Balco, the steroid scandal that rocks sports and echoes to this day.
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In this five-episode series, we're delving into a story
that's as American as baseball, hot dogs, and apple pie.
Yes, hot dogs are full of carcinogens and apple pie isn't really American, but baseball, baseball is our national pastime.
Generations of kids grew up idolizing baseball players like Babe Ruth, Jackie Robinson, Willie Mays, and Hank Aaron.
Memorizing their stats and marveling at the
records they set, watching breathlessly as new players shatter those records.
And there's no sport where records are more sacred than baseball.
Sports is the ultimate meritocracy. That's why games have rules. The best team wins.
The best players excel. So when someone's caught cheating, they don't just get into trouble.
It's an affront to everything we believe in.
At least, that's how it looked from the bleachers.
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Relentless pressure to make the team, to stay a step ahead of your rival, to break records.
If the key to winning is being the best, and the best are using performance-enhancing drugs, what do you do?
Athletes face a wrenching choice. Cheat or lose.
It's a controversy that engulfs sports.
And standing squarely at the center of it is Victor Conti,
a charismatic, self-taught scientist training some of the most famous athletes in the world.
This is Episode 1, Steroids and Snake Oil.
It's July of 1983. Victor Conti sits in a cramped office, barely the size of a single wide trailer.
He leans against a huge high-tech machine that takes up nearly half the room.
It's called an inductively coupled plasma spectrometer, or ICP,
and it's the centerpiece of Victor's business.
ICPs are used for everything from inspecting the welds on atomic bomb casings
to matching samples taken from crime scenes to testing urine and blood.
But he's the first person to use one to analyze athletes' urine and blood
to determine what supplements will maximize their performance. Sitting on the small, worn couch is a 285-pound shot putter,
an Olympic hopeful named Greg Tafralis. Between him and the ICP, there's barely room to turn around.
Three words, Greg. Trace mineral testing. All right. So how does trace mineral testing get me to the Olympics?
You know how to get to Carnegie Hall, Greg? Yeah, practice. And I do. I train every day.
The air conditioner in the window rattles, struggling against the heat thrown off by the ICP.
Or maybe it's the heat from Victor's enthusiastic pitch. He's an impressive speaker. Training is
just one component of your practice, Greg.
Equally important are your thoughts, your actions, your dreams, and what you put into your body.
Greg nods his head. He likes what Conte is selling him. I believe you can be an Olympian, Greg. Are you with me? 100%. You can if you think you can.
Victor's a big believer in positive thinking and following your dreams. A few years
ago, he and his wife opened a small vitamin store. The Bay Area was ground zero for alternative
therapies, herbalism, and new age philosophy, so they were in the right place at the right time.
The supplement industry, which is largely unregulated, was on the cusp of exploding
into a billion-dollar business. But hard work and positive vibes weren't enough.
They struggled, and the store closed.
So Victor decides to narrow his focus.
He'll work one-on-one with elite athletes to create customized supplement programs.
Experts dismiss Conti's trace mineral testing and his supplements as nonsense,
but Victor has studied the science, and much of what he says is true.
His ICP machine does detect trace levels of minerals. Working out does deplete them,
and the supplements he recommends to his clients do contain those minerals.
But the experts scoff. You don't need supplements to replace these minerals,
because minerals are replaced by things like leafy greens in a normal diet.
Conti has no love for so-called experts.
Sure, they have advanced degrees and fancy titles,
and he's a college dropout from Fresno,
but he's smart and he's driven,
and he spends every spare moment at the Stanford University Medical Library,
studying, researching, and dreaming up new theories.
He likes to think of himself as unconstrained by the boundaries of a formal
education. Conte believes in what he's offering. So much so, he doesn't charge the athletes for
his service. Instead, he gives them clothing to wear. The clothing consists of Balco hats and
t-shirts. If elite athletes credit their success to Balco, then maybe the general public will buy
his supplements too. There's one small hitch.
The elite athletes need to be the best of the best, the kind the whole world watches.
They need to be Olympians.
Conte spends the next few years promoting the business, and his athlete clients refer their
peers. The better known he becomes, the higher caliber of athlete he attracts.
NBC Sports presents the 1988 Summer Olympics,
Seoul. Sponsored by Budweiser, proud sponsor of the 1988 U.S. Olympic team.
And by 1988, his work and belief in himself has paid off. He has 25 top athletes in his stable,
and they're heading to the Summer Olympics in Seoul, Korea.
He proudly presents to the world the Balco Olympians,
all of them, of course, decked out in Balco swag.
He's taken a big risk,
investing in his athletes by providing them with free blood and urine analysis,
and his supplements.
But is that all he's giving them?
We can't be sure if Conti is telling the truth,
but here is one indisputable fact.
Shot putter Greg Tafralis was ranked number 10 nationally
when he met Conti.
Now he's number one and a member of the Olympic team.
The experts dismiss Conti
and his trace mineral analysis as a joke.
Conti thinks, who's the joke now?
Despite his big dreams, not one Balco Olympian wins a medal.
Greg Tafralis comes in ninth, far behind gold medalist Ulf Timmerman. Greg Tafralis can't
believe it either.
He knows exactly what the secret to Timmermans' success is.
Banned performance-enhancing drugs.
East Germany has had spectacular results at the Olympics,
and at a devastating cost.
Under a covert, state-sponsored doping program started in the 1960s,
coaches and trainers pumped athletes full of anabolic steroids and other drugs.
Over 10,000 athletes, some of them barely teenagers, were forced to participate. Often,
they weren't even told what they were taking. They won medals, but the side effects were severe and even, in some cases, deadly. For East Germany, winning was a matter of national ego. It was at
the height of the Cold War, and they wanted to prove that communist countries produced better athletes.
Since the athletes had no choice in the matter,
and the state was sponsoring the program,
there were no checks or balances.
They'd test their athletes right before the games.
If they tested positive for steroids,
they'd fake an injury and withdraw.
For a small country, the results were astonishing. In the 1968 Olympics,
East Germany won nine gold medals. Ten years later, they won 40.
Doping at the Olympics was nothing new. Ancient Olympians gnawed on sheep testicles to spike
their testosterone levels. In the 1930s, amphetamines were the
performance enhancer of choice. By the 1960s, the popularity of steroids was so widespread
that the Olympics had to admit they had a problem. They announced a ban on the most
popular performance-enhancing drugs and set up a testing program to ensure compliance.
But by 1988, the Seoul Olympics had become a steroids arms race.
For each new test,
athletes and trainers find a way to beat it
or a new drug to take.
Sometimes they're caught,
but most of the time, they get away with it.
There are even allegations of cover-ups
by Olympic officials
who don't want the extent of the doping to be known.
And the athletes who don't take banned drugs are often left one step behind.
And one step can be the difference between winning and losing.
If they're caught, it can mean giving up medals and millions of dollars in endorsement deals,
not to mention the risk to their health.
But for many athletes, it's a risk worth taking.
And that's where Victor Conti comes in.
What if someone could ensure the drugs are pure,
and instruct athletes how to use them for maximum effectiveness while minimizing side effects,
and most importantly, make sure they still test negative for banned substances?
The sole games will become known as the Ben Johnson Olympics,
after the Canadian sprinter who broke the world record for the 100 meters, only to have it revoked two days later when he tested positive
for steroids. Shot putter Greg Tafralis will later be busted for using steroids, as will Jim
Daring, another member of the Balco Olympians. Did they get their steroids from Victor Conte?
Victor says no, and they don't contradict him. To this day, no one has come forward to say Conti gave them steroids in the 1980s.
Does that mean he didn't?
That's the problem with telling the story of Victor Conti and Balco.
There's no ICP spectrometer to take the stream of claims and contradictions and isolate what's real.
Did he open Balco with the express purpose of selling illegal performance-enhancing drugs?
There's no smoking gun proving that he did.
It's safe to say he has a genuine interest
in maximizing athletic performance,
and that he has an open mind
and a voracious appetite for learning
and exploring new ideas.
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In the late 1980s, Victor Conti is still struggling to make Balco a profitable business.
He keeps his eye on the prize and his nose to the grindstone,
seizing any opportunity to promote Bauco and himself.
Along the way, he meets kindred spirits, including some powerful, well-connected ones like Mr. Gizmo.
It's the fall of 1989. Mr. Gizmo is standing with Victor Conte at the edge of a track.
They watch a young athlete named Mike Powell tie a long rope around his waist and unroll a huge bundle of fabric. Watch this, Victor. See Mike over there? I've got this crazy idea. I love your crazy ideas,
Gizmo. Lay it on me. Whenever you're ready, Mike. Mike Powell has a long rope trailing from his back like some kind of multicolored tail. What the hell is he doing? But as he runs, something happens.
A parachute opens up behind him like a dragster at the end of a speed race.
Jesus.
Victor Conte is astonished.
Good job, Mike!
See, Victor? It's resistance training, but for a runner, I'll be damned.
Mr. Gizmo is track coach Randy Huntington.
His athletes gave him the nickname because of his relentless pursuit
of alternative training methods.
With sparkling blue eyes and a ready smile,
he loves to tinker,
and he'll give due consideration
to just about any new theory.
He likes Conte,
and he's sent several of his best athletes to Balco.
Victor Conte knows he can make Mike Powell a star,
and he's right.
If he believes something should happen, he makes it happen.
He's confident, optimistic, interesting to talk to.
He's got that indefinable quality that natural leaders and politicians have.
And he seems to have been born with it.
Growing up in California's Central Valley, he was known for picking up girls.
Literally.
If he saw a girl he liked, he'd walk over to her and sweep
her off her feet. And he never got punched or slapped for it. He was also a gifted athlete
who set a record at his high school for the triple jump. Right away, he figured out how to turn his
talent into cash. He'd chat someone up at the local bowling alley, point out a nearby pond,
and bet them that he could jump across it. The pond was 15 feet wide, so most folks
laughingly took him up on the bed. Victor, a teenage hustler, always had the last laugh.
Genuine talent and working an angle. That was Victor Conti then, and it's Victor Conti now.
Conti continues to build his business through the 80s,
hiring writers to pen fawning articles in fitness magazines
and plopping his Balco hats on promising athletes.
And in 1991, Conti's prediction about Mike Powell comes true.
Mike Powell, having just seen Carl Lewis jump that wonderful,
wonderful 8 meters in 91.
He really went for that one. That's huge!
Oh my goodness! Eight meters, 95!
That is history in the making.
That's a world record by five years.
He wins two silver medals and sets a world record for the long jump.
But even with some of the athletes it sponsors setting records,
Balco is struggling
financially. It's a business model that sounds simple. Give away your service to celebrity
clientele. They promote the business, and the business thrives. The problem is, he's got some
athletes with potential, but a shot putter here and a long jumper there aren't going to make the
business. He needs real celebrity athletes, household names. Unfortunately,
Conti's own household is a mess. He's gone through a very bitter divorce. His ex-wife stole his dog.
She set their house on fire, tore out his hair, and tried to run him over. At least that's his
version of the story. In light of her alleged erratic behavior, he's been given custody of
their three daughters,
which means he's trying to run a business and be a single dad.
It's not easy.
Then, on a hot summer day in 1996, Conte gets news that will change the course of his life.
Mr. Gizmo calls to say he's got another athlete.
This is nothing new.
Gizmo has referred a number of athletes to Balco,
but this time, it's one of the most infamous players in the NFL.
William Romo Romanowski. He's a linebacker with the Denver Broncos.
Fans and teammates love him. Posing players fear him. Over his 16-year career, he'll earn
a reputation as one of the dirtiest, most violent players in the game.
He tears off another player's helmet, jabs him in the eyes, executes an illegal hit that breaks a player's jaw, kicks a player in the head. Actually, he does that twice. He even fights
with his own teammates. He punches defensive back Marcus Williams so hard he breaks his eye socket.
That punch ends Marcus Williams' career.
But Romo?
Romo keeps on playing.
So Romo isn't an easy guy to get along with.
But in this moment,
meeting Romo is the break Victor Conte desperately needs.
Hello?
I'm here to see Victor Conti. That's me.
Conti turns around to see a man on the doorway. A huge man.
He's 6'4 and 255 pounds. It's menacing.
A normally cocky Conti is feeling intimidated, but he's not about to let this man see it.
Ah, hello. You must be Bill. Call me Romo.
Okay. Follow me, Romo.
Conti leads Romo to a gleaming high-tech device. It looks like a Xerox machine on, well, steroids.
So, Romo, I'm going to do a full analysis using the inductively coupled plasma spectrometer.
How much did that machine cost you? The ICP? That is a quarter of a million dollar machine.
The truth is, it cost him a lot less.
But he wants to impress Romo.
It doesn't work.
Quarter mil, huh?
I spend that much a year on my crew.
Your crew?
Yeah.
Five chiropractors, four acupuncturists, three nutritionists, two massage therapists,
a speed coach, and a high-performance trainer.
Victor doubles down, summoning every
ounce of confidence and charm. Sounds like a great crew. Exactly what you need and deserve.
Best of all, now you have me. I like your confidence, Victor. So do I. I need a sample
for the ICP analysis. You going to give me a cup or should I just piss all over your fancy machine?
There are sterile sample cups in the bathroom.
I'm kidding, Victor.
I know the routine.
I've done it a thousand times.
Romo is obsessed with testing.
He regularly has his hair, urine, even his stools tested.
But Conti discovers something new.
When he gets back the results, he tells Romo that he has low copper levels,
a sign of steroid use.
Not that it's a surprise.
Romo is the poster boy for roid rage. Conti makes him an offer. If you're going to go that route, he says, you may as well
use the top shelf stuff. Conti will take a look at what he's using and make some suggestions.
So, is this the moment when Victor Conti decides to deal steroids?
Or has he been dealing them for years?
Like so many things about this story, the truth is difficult to nail down.
And Conti likes it that way.
What we do know is that when Conti meets Romo, his life takes a major turn for the better.
Before he meets Romo, his business and his personal life are in disarray.
He desperately needs an income stream, and Romo might be famous enough to make the Balco business model work. He'll be able to introduce Conte to other high-profile athletes he can recruit as
clients. Maybe that's the missing piece in the Balco business plan. He needs a spokesman,
a face for the products he is, or isn't, selling.
IRS Special Agent Jeff Novitsky has been on a stakeout, and he's in a foul mood. For the past
four and a half hours, his six-foot, seven-inch frame has been pretzeled into the driver's seat of a Ford Fiesta.
He's a cheater. He should change his name to Cansteroid.
Jeff, can we just listen to the game? It pisses me off.
They wait another hour, listening to the game.
Gee, what's his secret? Could it be steroids?
Jeff, if it pisses you off so much, why do you listen to the game?
Because otherwise I'm sitting here with you on the most boring stakeout in the world.
These guys aren't even athletes.
They're freaks.
Oh my God, here we go.
I love sports.
I believe the best players should rise to the top.
The best players.
Not the ones who get the best drugs.
17 players hit 40 home runs last year.
You know what the previous high for a season was?
Oh, no, but I'm stuck in the car with you, so you're going to tell me.
Eight. How do you get from eight to 17? How does that happen?
Because they're eating their spinach and getting a good night's sleep?
Gee, if I only knew someone in law enforcement, Jeff, I'd tell him to go investigate.
Jeff Nowitzki grew up eating, drinking, and breathing sports.
His father was a high school basketball coach for 34 years.
Jeff excelled in track and field, but his passion was basketball, and with his height, he had potential.
He went to San Jose State on a basketball scholarship.
He was solid,
not a showboat, the kind of player you can depend on. But knee injuries took away any dream he might have had of going further. Nowitzki isn't bitter about his abortive
basketball career. He took it in stride. Sometimes you get a break, and sometimes you get a bad
bounce. That's how it is in sports. And if taking performance-enhancing drugs was the only
way to succeed in pro ball, well, better to work for the IRS than win by cheating. The IRS.
Accounting. It sounds dull, but Nowitzki doesn't sit behind a desk scrutinizing people's deductions.
He's a special agent with a criminal investigations unit. He carries a gun and works undercover busting drug rings.
And not all stakeouts are as boring as this one.
He helped bring down a mob-connected sheriff's deputy who bragged about killing people
and threatened to cut off a victim's finger with a samurai sword.
But while this stakeout may be boring,
the stakes for his career are higher than any case he's ever worked.
He imagines himself at a news conference or
signing copies of his best-selling book, cameras clicking, reporters yelling questions, maybe even
Hollywood would make a movie about him. If his suspicions about Balco are correct, half of the
records in sports and countless Olympic medals were won by cheating. And it'll be him, Jeff Nowitzki, who blows it all wide open.
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Jeff Nowitzki isn't the only one who rails against players he suspects of using steroids.
There's someone else who shares his outrage.
That person, perhaps surprisingly, is Barry Bonds.
In 1996, Barry Bonds is a superstar.
The San Francisco Giants sign him to baseball's biggest contract ever,
nearly $44 million over six years. He has his own private
area in the clubhouse and luxury hotel suites when the team goes on the road. In fact, the Giants'
owner, Peter McGowan, has bet the farm on Bonds. He's built a new stadium without any public funding,
saddling the Giants with an unprecedented $150 million in debt. McGowan needs a draw,
and Barry Bonds delivers.
Great field!
Did he do it again?
Yes! Bonds with his second
three-run homer,
and the Giants lead 7-4.
Absolutely,
utterly remarkable.
Well, that's what happens when you tug
on Superman's cape.
I still can't believe they pitched to him.
You tug on it and you lift it up and it says on the band, MVP.
Bonds produces MVP performance in the first year of his contract.
He bats.336 with 46 home runs, a.123 RBI, 126 walks, 129 runs,
and an on-base percentage of 456 career highs in every single
category. And he continues to deliver. But one thing Barry Bonds isn't is loved.
Even as a child, he had a hard time making friends. He grew up in the shadow of his father,
Bobby, a baseball legend in his own right. Barry inherited his father's drive and
talent, but he couldn't earn his father's love and attention. Bobby was an abusive alcoholic,
and even when Barry was emerging as a standout player in high school, Bobby rarely came to his
games. That was okay with Barry. The last thing he wanted was his father showing up drunk and
causing a scene. Bobby's shadow looms large over Barry. He's the star player at
Unipero Serra High School, but his teammates really don't like him. He shows up late for
practice, doesn't participate, sulks, and worst of all, he gets away with it. The other players
think he gets a free pass because he's Bobby Bond's son, and that's probably true. As for Barry, he feels judged.
If kids are friendly, he doesn't know if they're just kissing up to him
because his father is a celebrity.
And being one of the only black kids in a primarily white suburb
makes him feel even more like an outsider.
Another truth, and a hard one for his teammates to swallow,
is that Barry is better than all of them.
He can skip practice and still be the
best player on the field. It doesn't make him any friends, but it makes him valuable. And by 1996,
if you measure by salary, he is literally the most valuable player in baseball.
But despite Bond's best efforts, it looks like the Giants might not ever make it to the World
Series. He grows restless and tries unsuccessfully to get himself traded to
Atlanta. When Mark McGuire breaks Roger Maris' home run record in 1998, Bonds' bitterness grows.
He's not doing steroids at this point, but he's convinced McGuire is.
It's not a level playing field, and he's not happy about it.
Bonds plops down on the couch. The game's on, but he's in a bad mood. The man of the hour,
Mark McGuire, who is 0 for 1 tonight, his second at bat here in the fourth. Tell me that dude ain't
juicy. Why would I lie to you, Barry? It's bullshit. How are we supposed to be our best
when everyone's cheating? You want to win or you want to lose? You mean cheat or lose? Same thing.
Bonds looks his friend straight in the eyes.
You doing that shit?
Don't ask, don't tell, brother.
Down the line for the line.
Is it enough?
Go!
Oh, God.
I'm glad Maris isn't alive to see this.
Turn that shit off.
Maybe, in a parallel universe,
Barry Bonds would have met Jeff Nowitzki.
And with Bonds' inside knowledge and Nowitzki's authority, they'd clean up baseball.
But that's a tall order from a galaxy far, far away.
Here on planet Earth, baseball has been dirty for a long, long time.
Back in the day, tobacco companies hired players to endorse their products,
claiming that smoking or chewing tobacco gives them extra vigor.
By the 1960s, amphetamines have replaced nicotine as the player's drug of choice.
Playing 162 games a year is grueling, and greenies, as they recalled, help players keep their eyes open and on the ball.
But it's in 1970 that the lid gets blown off when pitcher Jim Bouton publishes Ball Four, an insider account of
his 1969 season playing for the Seattle Pilots. He wrote openly about the amphetamines they called
greenies. But instead of cracking down, the baseball establishment attacked Bouton.
Things haven't changed much by the 90s.
Baseball still has one of the weakest drug testing programs in sports.
Congress passes the Anabolic Steroids Control Act,
which places steroids in the same legal classes as amphetamines,
methamphetamines, opium, and morphine.
But that doesn't mean baseball is doing anything to stop them from being used.
Finally, in 1991, Commissioner Faye Vincent
takes decisive action by sending a memo. He tells each team that steroids have been added
to the league's banned list, but no testing plan is announced. In 1992, trainer Curtis Wensloff
is arrested for steroids distribution. Years later, he admits dealing steroids to over 20 Major League players,
including Jose Canseco. At the time, a rigorous drug testing program might have caught this,
but baseball owners did not implement a rigorous testing program.
Major League Baseball is a very big business, taking in almost $10 billion a year in revenue.
The job of the owners isn't to play cop.
It's to protect their revenue stream.
And that's a delicate balancing act.
They can't be seen as turning a blind eye to rampant drug use.
But if all the top players get thrown out of the game, who's going to buy tickets?
For the owners, it's a major league headache.
For Victor Conte, it's a business opportunity.
Fans want to see athletes perform at their peak and shatter records.
Owners want a credible drug testing program.
But they want the players to pass all the tests.
What if you can find a way to ensure both?
In other words, if you're going to cheat, cheat well.
The first thing Victor needs is a credible cover.
He can't exactly advertise Balco as the place to get the finest designer steroids.
He also needs a legitimate product he can sell in bulk.
Up till now, Balco had been peddling services.
He uses his ICP machine to analyze an athlete's metabolism
and puts together a customized program of supplements.
That's not something he can mass produce.
He needs something that his star clients can endorse
and the general public will buy.
In 1997, he comes up with a solution.
He calls it ZMA.
According to Conte, his testing of hundreds of athletes
has revealed that working out depletes zinc and magnesium.
ZMA replenishes them.
He makes other dubious claims about ZMA,
but whether they're true or not is really beside the point.
It's all about appearances.
And here's Conte's move.
Balco's clients will attribute their performance to ZMA,
a perfectly legal supplement.
They'll do it by wearing ZMA shirts,
giving interviews, and appearing in ads.
The general public will then buy ZMA, giving Balco a legitimate revenue stream.
In exchange for their promotion, Conti gives his clients free performance-enhancing drugs.
And he'll keep doing research and testing,
studying how long various drugs stay detectable in blood and urine,
when to take them and when to stop,
what drugs can mask signs
of other drugs? Victor Conti has finally figured out how to make money using his greatest strengths,
science and self-promotion. It's simple, it's smart, and it works. Until IRS agent Jeff Novitsky
starts poking through his trash.
starts poking through his trash.
From Wondering, this is episode one of six of Balco for American Scandal.
On the next episode, Agent Nowitzki's dumpster diving leads to unexpected discoveries,
and Victor Conti's finally in the limelight.
But will his shadowy business be exposed? Be exposed. Listen to other incredible history podcasts like American History Tellers, History Daily, Tides of History, and more.
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This episode contains reenactments and dramatized details.
And while in most cases we can't know exactly what was said, all our dramatizations are based on historical research.
American Scandal is hosted, edited, executive produced, and sound designed by me, Lindsey Graham, for Airship.
This episode is written by Steve Chivers.
Our consultants are Mark Fainaro-Wana and Lance Williams.
Executive producers are Stephanie Jens,
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