Stop the presses; Mark McGwire did steroids!
Seriously, this news is almost as shocking as Siegfried and Roy coming out of the closet.
Is it really an admission when everyone and their mother already knew?
I'm not buying this appeal for clemency now that Big Mac wants back into the game. It rings just as hollow as Pete Rose acknowledging he bet on baseball, or Alex Rodriguez's crocodile tears when he came clean.
He's not sorry. It's not eating him up. If it did, we'd have seen this admission years ago. He's simply trying to avoid anyone digging too deep into his mess now that he's crawled back onto the radar.
Just like when he had an "inconspicuous" bottle of Androstenedione in his locker, this is nothing more than an attempt to deflect attention from where it should really belong; on his acne ridden, cheating back.
There is no "apology" in his press release. The entire thing reads like it was composed by Major League Baseball, and it probably was.
Read the entire second half of that contrived, lawyer written, piece of tripe (a copy of it can be found in the sidebar of this link.)
Major League Baseball has "cracked down?" Really? Are we just supposed to take their word for it now? The same league that pretended there wasn't a problem for nearly a decade and a half?
Sorry, no sale here, Big Mac. You're a liar, you're a cheater, and the league you have come to represent is just as guilty.
Someone give me five minutes with this clown. I want to ask him one question.
Based on your statement, Mr. McGwire, you said, "I have the chance to do something that I wish I was able to do five years ago."
What, Mr. Gwire, was stopping you five years ago?
The Senate? Hell, son, that was the perfect time to make this statement, and come clean, so don't feed me that garbage.
What was stopping you five years ago?
Actually, no, I don't need to ask that question. Because I already know the answer.
Bud Selig and Major League Baseball was stopping him five years ago.
To Mr. LaRussa; you lie. Things were not "100 percent legit" in Oakland and St. Louis.
You saw McGwire every day. You watched him balloon from a decent power hitter into a roid-enhanced home run machine.
You knew damn well he was using. You knew damn well everyone in that locker room that was using.
And you did nothing to stop it, because you knew all those juicers kept your keister off the hot seat and employed as a major league manager.
To Bud Selig; you lie. You had no problem with steroids in baseball, and you never did until it became prudent to.
You knew damn well that McGwire was cheating, just like you knew damn well Palmerio was taking shots, and Jose Canseco (who you promptly tried to destroy when he decided to really come clean and expose the whole damn cartel), and countless other names.
And you did nothing to stop it. Because you knew that these juicers were putting butts back in the seats after your attempt in 1994 to kill your own sport nearly succeeded.
Those juicers saved your career, and you know it, and you sought to keep them nice and protected until you had no choice but to pretend to be tough on steroids.
You want to come clean, Big Mac? You truly want to atone? Tell us who supplied you, who knew about it, and who really told you to shut your mouth and not talk about the past five years ago.
Until then, you remain part of the problem, not the solution.