There is nothing sacred about this game anymore. There are no values. There are no ethics. There are no moral standards. The pursuit of fame and fortune, by players and management, has destroyed the very fabric of Major League Baseball.
There is nothing left to be enjoyed because baseball cannot be trusted. People will begin to tune out, if they already haven't...I already have. America's pastime has become exactly that, a past-time.
Whose fault is it? Everybody is to blame.
We all remember the 1998 home run race between Sosa and McGwire. I fell for the Major League dog and pony show just like you did. Two of the finest sluggers of the era one-upping each other in a race to 62: just what baseball needed to recapture America.
Baseball fans, myself included, were so desperate to find baseball's saving grace that they were willing to worship Sosa and McGwire as baseball gods, no questions asked. So don't blame this on Bud Selig, he just gave us what we wanted.
Unfortunately for Bud, he created a monster that was too big to hide, literally. Look at Mark McGwire, the guy is a brick house. Barry Bonds, a monster—with a forehead big enough to land a helicopter on.
Eventually the red flags and rumors get to be so much that they just can't be ignored any longer. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to see that there was nothing natural about these behemoths. And it didn't take long for the steroid house of cards to come tumbling down, but I don't think anybody knew just how many people it was going to collapse on.
Every sport has to deal with the issue of performance enhancing drugs. No sport can completely escape it. But baseball took it to a whole other level.
Yes, several NFL players have been suspended for using PED's. But when you talk about it only one player really comes to mind, Shawn Merriman. A guy who has played three full seasons in the league and racked up great stats in those seasons, 189 total tackles and 39.5 sacks.
He is an impressive player with impressive numbers, but he's not a Hall of Famer. He's not the face of the league. He's not Barry Bonds. He's not Manny Ramirez. Hell, he's not even Jose Canseco. No sport has been hit as hard as baseball.
Hall of Fame players are having their careers disregarded because of PED's, whether they were caught or just suspected of using.
Roger Clemens is one of the best pitchers ever. Now his name can't be brought up without bringing up Brian McNamee.
Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa saved baseball. Now McGwire is in exile and Sosa probably doesn't even live in this country anymore.
Barry Bonds is the best hitter ever. He is the best baseball player ever. Look at his stats and you can't possibly deny that—believe me, I've tried. Now he is blackballed by the MLB and can't show his face outside of San Francisco without controversy or confrontation.
Baseball has committed suicide. They have destroyed all the heroes that they created. Now all we are left with is one giant asterisk.
Manny Ramirez was the last straw for me.
My fanhood has been waning for the past several years. Ever since Sosa forgot how to speak English and Palmero wagged his unrighteous finger like the prick that he is, my passion for baseball has been dying.
Nothing is sacred anymore. I can't trust anything I see on the field. Every home run I see and every 95 MPH fastball I watch, all I wonder is if that guy is juiced.
Baseball isn't for me anymore. If I wanted to watch a bunch of roided-up freaks pretend to be athletes then I would watch professional wrestling.
Baseball needs its Chris Benoit moment. Something to jar the sport to its core and force baseball to get serious about cleaning up the game. Until then...Goodbye Baseball.
ASALAMALAKUM, ONE LOVE