By now most of you heard Manny Ramirez tested positive for performance-enhancing drugs. Starting tonight, he will be suspended for 50 games and could return as early as July 3.
I thought nothing would surprise me in this steroid-fueled era. This did.
I also hoped we were getting past it. Sure, we heard about the players that did it in the early part of the decade, but I really, really thought we were moving on.
So, now one of baseball’s most prolific players, a guy who has been called one of the greatest players of all time, is apparently a cheater. This happens when we were supposed to be getting past the “steroid era.”
Yesterday, I bought two blasters of UDx because they were half off. I wish I could return them.
Manny is one of the best players in the game. Now, apparently a cheat.
Alex Rodriguez is one of the best players in the game. He’s a cheat.
And, Albert Pujols wants me to believe in him.
Whom can we believe in?
Depending on what Ramirez’s reasons (or excuse) this news could be as devastating as the 1994 strike. Baseball lost fans, but coincidentally it was the steroid-infused home run race between Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa that brought them back. The same thing could send them packing.
This year, I felt a renewed love for baseball. It waned the last few years. The last time I felt energized about baseball was 2005. I would drive two hours to Yankee Stadium every other weekend. I would go to Philadelphia to watch any team.
This year I watched the Yankees and found when my off days coincided with home games. I looked at Washington and Baltimore's schedules to find more games to attend. I went to Citi Field because I wanted to get in as much baseball as I can. I even drove to Boston, which is six hours away, for a baseball game.
So baseball, you’re the cheat.