This is not what I wanted to hear.
I don't mean Mark McGwire's admission that he used PEDs itself. I did in fact want to hear that, no matter how belated, because the discussion needs to move on from side-by-side pictures of Barry Bonds's head in 1990 and 2000 — move on, specifically, to how we can put the statistics of the steroid era properly into context. The denial and the denials have gone on long enough. It happened. Players took performance-enhancing drugs. I don't like it any better than the next fan, but it's time to stop clutching our pearls and start running realistic numbers that will help us understand the performances we saw, enhanced or not.
The confession itself, then, the fact that it was made at last, I welcome, because air-quoting the word "allegedly" and shoehorning it into every conversation about McGwire had become absurd.
But I did not want to hear excuses about McGwire's injuries. I did not want to hear a recitative of the many McGwire home runs dating back to Legion ball, of which people still speak in awed tones. I did not want to hear about his maturation as an educated hitter. I did not want to hear an unprovable assertion that McGwire wanted to come clean five years ago, but let his attorneys talk him out of it.
"I took steroids. I had my reasons for doing so, but these reasons are not excuses, and in retrospect, they do not seem worthwhile. If I had it to do again, I'd make different choices. I apologize to [insert laundry list here], and I take full responsibility for my actions, including the decision not to tell the truth until now."
That is what I wanted to hear.
Who wins a dickfest: Dick Allen, or Barry Bonds? What if it's a douchefest? Who wins that?
I went with an olde-timey title because Cliff Lee threw a good old-fashioned CG last night. Can't say I love the result as a Yankee fan, but I have to give it up for the guy.
From "Ellis, Richie and the Duke," a comparison of various HoF and HoF-argued center fielders:
I like Keith Hernandez, but as a TV commentator, he has weaknesses. Leaving aside
American Icon: The Fall of Roger Clemens and the Rise of Steroids in America's Pastime
It starts out well. Author Rudy Marzano cuts straight to correcting misconceptions and debunking myths about the Dodgers and their fans, and the tone has a very faint sour top note — a whiff of simultaneous hauteur and beleaguerment, which is frequently the unattractive default manner for a student of something beautiful and worthy and also long dead, which Latin geeks like myself can recognize immediately because we've used it so often ourselves. Still, only a faint top note, and Marzano is in his eighties, so I don't pay much attention to it. Until page 10.