It was just a few short years ago when I believed that every single player in Major League Baseball was a juiced up steroid freak with a raging temper and rapidly shrinking testicles. It seemed to me that every day there was more and more reason to let baseball fall by the wayside. Only a mass movement away from the game could return baseball to it’s roots, only college baseball was in my game plans.
But after awhile, when there was little to no news about the latest questionable record being set or the newest incredible performance under dubious conditions, I returned to the game of baseball and actually enjoyed it. Incredibly, we also saw a return to “small ball” and a move away from the home run blasting machines. It seemed baseball was getting better and becoming real again.
I still believe that it is. But we’re now getting a flashback to the bad old days as Roger Clemens begins his trial. Which raises two questions:
1) Why the hell does it take this long to have a trial?
2) Why doesn’t it all just go away? I’m trying to eat my peanuts and watch a baseball game.