McGwire

So Mark McGwire has "come clean". Hmm, funny how real-world events can make people "come clean". Sort of like when the cops slap the handcuffs on and one "comes clean". Or when one is found guilty in a court of law of slaughtering animals, one "comes clean", or worse, "found Jesus", or "saw the error of their ways".

Why is it these people don't come clean, find Jesus or see the error of their ways when their friends, the press or even their haters publicly decry their indiscretions? Why is it the axe has to fall for them to "admit" guilt or plead for mercy?

I, for one, and I think I'm going to be in the minority if the events and fervor of the '90s baseball travesty is any indication, have even LESS sympathy for this man now that he has come clean (in an overt effort to glean voters for next year's Hall of Fame vote). I was disgusted throughout the home run derby that played out by chemically-induced marginal players who all, suddenly, at mostly advanced ages, became second, third, 100th comings of Babe Ruth. I sat in utter disgust at Veteran's Stadium while the video board celebrated McGwire's breaking of Roger Maris' record and thousands of Phillies fans obliged.

I spent myriad argumentative moments with friends debating the validity of McGwire's, Sosa's, and other's ridiculous numbers. Never once did I doubt that this was 100% the result of living [better] chemically.

The era is over only because of legal wrangling, exposes, embarrassment and an outcry from the masses to restore some meaing to baseball's sacred record books.

As far as I'm concerned it's not over until the numbers put up by juice-inflamed bats are expunged from those record books and mediocre talents like Sammy Sosa and Mark McGwire are relegated to a certain status of NEVER getting into the Hall of Fame.