Or just another diversion for the masses.
Don't cry for me Dominican Republic
Baseball is a great sport. More kids should play. Good exercise and the competition is often fun.
But steroid use has tainted the major league game. Records once held as sacred have fallen in the last few years as quickly as the WTC towers did. The pumped up freaks will have so many asterisks next to their names in the holy book of records that the whole thing becomes meaningless.
Most of us won't even go to a big league game this year. Too costly and tainted. We're always wondering who's a doper.
Drugs and alcohol have long been a part of the game. Doc Ellis even pitched a no-hitter in 1970 on LSD. Now that was an accomplishment.
But the robo-players of the last decade or so are a different lot. Sure, the drugs don't make the man but they seemed to have helped.
The media seems to think we have been deceived. Not so. We are a nation of drug users and abusers starting these days as infants and moving on until the pharmaceuticals kill us. It's a big bucks game we play. From the opium of Afghanistan, the pot of the US and Mexico and through the FDA approved poisons and government sanction alcohol, most of us have a chemical habit. Baseball players just use a different sort of poison.
For the time being, it's not going to end. The users will try to stay one step away from detection and let the records fall where they may.
Personally I like the good old days. The days when alcohol and womanizing were all the rage, like Mickey Mantle so hung over he could hardly stand up after a night out on the town.
Like the days when the Babe was a hero and the press covered up for his 'transgressions.'
A little boy's game played by grown men having fun.