Well, apparently somebody gives a crap about my ranting and raving. One of my readers (Mark B.) took the time to post the following comment:
What continues to boggle my mind about this whole brou-ha-ha is the pious pontificating about the threat to the “sanctity” of baseball’s records. When, exactly were baseball’s records ever sacrosanct? In the 19th Century, when players threw games on a regular basis and cheated with impunity on the field (read Richard Scheinin’s Field of Screams for a great description of 1890′s thuggery)? Before 1920, when pitchers could do anything they wanted to a baseball and the same ball was used for the entire game, no matter how disgusting it got? In the 60′s and 70′s, when amphetimine use became commonplace in every baseball clubhouse? For that matter, how many “sacred” records are dependent on the whims of some bozo of an official scorekeeper?
Steroid use presents serious risks to an individual, and I believe that it should be regulated and restricted. To claim that it undermines the integrity of the game, however, is ludicrous. This isn’t Olympic sh-amateurism, but professional athletics. These guys have enormous incentives to enhance performance, and to expect them not to take advantage of anything that could provide that enhancement is Pollyannaish at best. Bans and witchhunts will work about as well as they have in the rest of the War on Drugs; that is, not at all.
Absolutely awesome! That’s a hell of a rant, and dead on. Thanks, Mark. For the record, you could question the accomplishments of players from the 30′s when rabbit ball was the norm, the 40′s, when so many players went to war, you could make a major league team with one arm; and all of baseball before Jackie Robinson.