Rest in peace, Carmen Berra.
"Yogi said it best," she would say. "‘We have a good time together even when we’re not together.’"
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
The whole world's juicing... The whole world's juicing: Everybody, even Jesus, is in the records of that Miami fountain of youth clinic
Posted by el duque at 7:19 AM
Folks, this is no way to run a witch hunt.
I don't mean to dismiss the corruption of PEDs in baseball. I just think the ship sailed long ago. I wonder why they're not epidemic in the NFL and NBA - since they're everywhere in far lesser money sports, like as track and bicycling. I think the NFL and the NBA don't try very hard to catch people. Because a lineman doesn't get to 340 pounds without help from something.
Did you know Mickey Mantle was accused of taking steroids in 1961? Writer Zev Chafets contended that The Mick's fade during his famous home run race with Roger Maris resulted from a botched steroid injection. That's 52 years ago. That's Mickey, baseball's last purely innocent boy, corrupted by fame.
Bud Selig loves to blather about what a great job he's done as commissioner (at a salary in excess of $25 million per year.) He says his drug policies have restored purity to MLB. Good grief, he must be on drugs. Baseball's drug war is an abomination.
I think we're still dealing with the 1994-95 players strike, brought on by Selig's attempt to roll back free agency through a salary cap (which he finally implemented this year.) Facing a loss of revenue and popularity, MLB sought to win back fans through the excitement of big home run hitters. So it juiced the balls, built bandbox stadiums and looked the other way on PEDs.
But when the great home run records of Maris and Ruth fell, the owners realized they had lost a treasure trove of baseball history. So the scions of the game began demonizing Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa, and later Barry Bonds and Roger Clemens. Today, MLB has evolved to a point where it cannot deal with greatness of any kind. Any player who rises substantially above the crowd is greeted with suspicion. And good luck to all in New York, where scrutiny boils with 100 times extra intensity.
For nearly 20 years now, baseball has been reliving the Joe McCarthy hearings of the 1950s. Someone names a name and - boom - the player can deny it, but who cares? And who knows if the truth will ever come out?
I wish there was an easy answer for this. There isn't. I respect that MLB needs to test for certain drugs - especially the ones that will kill players later in life. But it's a vaunted chestnut that baseball is a metaphor for life. And MLB's war on drugs is just as much a fiasco as America's.
More names will come out. Brace yourself, Yankiverse. Salem is coming to Gotham.