So Mark McGwire couldn't answer straight up if he'd been juicing straight up.
Such a shame. But is anyone surprised, really?
Now, that shame rests solely upon his shoulders, and it will be his legacy.
So it will be with all the others, despite denials and protestations. As little as I think of Senor Canseco, I find his claims both plausible and probable.
I agree that McGwire's records should not stand, and that he owes a private apology to the Maris family, and a public one to the fans of the game.
I, myself, am not in that audience. I wrote off this sport back in 1998, despite the home-run drama going on at the time. That was the year I finally understood that my Colorado Rockies were far less interested in fielding a contender than they were in fielding revenue.
Despite all this, I affirm without reservation that I am not, never have, nor never will blog with the assistance of performance-enhancing drugs.
No, I have no explanation for my extremely muscular fingers, apart from a later-in-life decision to undertake a highly-disciplined regimen of typing sets of odd numerical sequences using only the top row. That, and protein shakes.
Oh, and by the by, I'm not real big on the Senate undertaking this endeavor, because it's not their job and there's been more grandstanding on their part rather than pursuing any actual outcomes that might mean anything. Even so, they might as well since MLB wasn't ever going to address the situation.
March 19, 2005 12:16 AM