I've mentioned before I love baseball, specifically New York Yankees baseball, and I've been itching for the start of the 2019 spring training season since the about two minutes after the Yankees were eliminated in the American League Divisional Playoffs by the Boston Red Sox who ended up deservedly winning the World Series.
This is from a long time ago and helps me take my mind off of Manny Machado whom I keep reading may end up in pinstripes and whom I would welcome to the Yankees as much as I did Alex Rodriguez, Roger Clemons or Wade Boggs.
When I first offered this, it was: Turns out House is Right.....
I'm curious about this: is there anyone who follows baseball, and I'll actually pull over and watch little ones play tee-ball if there's a game near where I'm driving, who didn't assume Mark McGwire was cranked while plying his trade and chasing home run records? And if you said you were surprised, would you be insulted if I didn't believe you?
Are you as impressed as I am about McGwire's motivations for finally 'fessing up or do you suspect they are as pure as the blood and his other bodily fluids that Major League Baseball failed, or forgot, to test?
Reading all the 'news bulletins' and watching the sports networks go to maximum media feeding frenzy on this like it was date night at Piranha High School, I kept waiting for someone, anyone, to look into the camera and wink.
Could have been Bud Selig, Mr Stealth Charisma as Commissioner of Baseball (he's often mistaken for Keneshaw Landis, (especially by those who have NO idea who either one of them is, or cares; sort of like Fox Sports) who volunteered an I-kid-you-not straight-faced explanation of "Being truthful is always the correct course of action..."
Meanwhile, it should have been McGwire's former manager in both Oakland and in St. Louis (and who has hired him to be a hitting coach for the Cardinals) Tony LaRussa who is "encouraged" and who thinks "as we go along, his explanations will be well-received." I adored his insistence that he didn't know anything about Human Growth Hormones or steroids in either team's clubhouse, so I have to conclude he's either clueless or, like his about-to-be hitting coach, a liar.
I've mentioned before that I love baseball, so it cuts me to the quick when I suggest, not in anger but more in sorrow, EVERYONE who's played Major League Baseball in the last fifteen years, and for the next five, be automatically disqualified for consideration for election to the Hall of Fame.
I think all of us have to assume you cheated. Turns out every, or just about, word that sleazebag Canseco wrote was true--most major leaguers can't even spell petard, much less be hoist with it.
It's supposed to mean something, Barry, Mark, Sammy, Alex, Rafael, Rajah, and all the other luckless, lunchless losers--and if you're one of the straight arrows who didn't cheat, too bad. You knew who did because it's obvious even to a dolt like me that everyone knew and knowledge with NO action is the same thing as cheating because you tolerated it.
"Everybody lies. We're stuck in the middle. I think I liked it better when the world was round."
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