Now, evidently, the witch hunt for baseball’s biggest villain has focused on Alex Rodriguez.
A-Rod, in case you missed it, flunked a couple of steroid tests back in 2003. In a method only baseball could conjure up, Rodriguez and 103 other players failed a test that really wasn’t a test. It was a wacky “pre-test” – done to determine if testing, in fact, was needed.
I know, it’s silly. Baseball has perfected the art of silly over the last dozen years or so.
Even more silly than pre-testing is the spotlight currently shining on A-Rod.
Why are we only hearing about Rodriguez and HIS failed test? What about the other 103 players and THEIR names and pictures? Why is the scrutiny just on him?
Breaking news: Baseball players used steroids. (zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz)
It’s such a boring, tiresome subject there’s actually dust build-up on it.
Effective immediately, I’m no longer concerned about who used steroids because we never get the complete truth on who passed the test and who failed the test.
But, I do care about something else as it relates to steroids.
And, to me, it’s actually the story we should all be chasing right now.
I want to know this: “Who knew?”
Along the way, since ‘roids became the rage, where’s the secret list of the league executives, team owners, staffers and player personnel folks who have known the identity of the users?
Where is THAT list?
Everyone is quick to scoff at the players who have been caught. A-Rod is the new goat because he supposedly tested positive and it’s easy to ridicule him because of his abundant wealth, good looks and general snobby demeanor — funny enough, those three “charming traits” probably apply to about 75% of the players in the game today. If Chris Gomez flunked a test in ’03 and his name was revealed in 2009, would anyone care? Chris who…?
But, it’s A-Rod, and since jealousy is one of the best tasting items on the human menu, everyone wants to sink their teeth into #13.
I couldn’t care less about A-Rod and his failed tests.
At this point, what’s another player-name anyway?
I would love to see the who’s-who of names that knew about A-Rod and Barry and Roger and Jose and Mark and Sammy and the rest and the rest and the rest of them.
Who, in Baltimore, for example, knew about Gibbons and Segui and Bigbie and Roberts? Who knew? I guarantee you SOMEONE knew. Did the owner know? Did the GM know? Did the trainer know? Did the manager know?
Who, in St. Louis, knew McGwire was on the juice? What about Chicago? I’m sure folks in Cubbie-land were in the know when Sosa was pounding balls out of Wrigley Field in 1998.
Because the players get paid and the fans pay money to watch them play, people only seem to care about the guys in uniform.
The players are sheep.
If there’s a baseball stadium with lights on and a paycheck waiting, they’ll play anywhere, anytime.
The guys in suits and ties – they’re the shepherds. They’re the ones responsible for gathering the sheep together and helping them graze on the needles, the statistics and the glory.
The “suits” sign the players, set the ticket prices, sell the TV ads and rent the players so we all have a team to call our own.
The players only get away with what they can – because they can.
I want to see the list of the people who have checked-off on letting the players get away with using steroids.
Let’s put some scrutiny on those guys and gals.
Personally, I’m going to start placing the blame on the shepherds.
I’d love to see the list of the folks in baseball who contributed to this lost-decade by acting like they didn’t know anything when, in fact, they knew everything.
That’s the only list that matters now.