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National Pastime, Last Time?



Have you heard the news? Drug use in professional baseball is rampant. (Insert the sound of Goofy laughing here)
No; say it ain't so...
It is, has been for quite a while now, and no blue ribbon congressional committee findings will shock anyone.
Barry Bonds must be breathing a little easier tonight, right?
Maybe now we can get down to the real business at hand. Let's get real about role models, salary caps, ethics, and someting called the love of the game.
What we've got here is two issues. First, the actual decision to take steroids, mindful of the consequences on career, health and conscience. Then, and equally as important, the coverup. The decision to rationalize, deny, parse words, and flat out lie. The game, like most everything driven by obscene amounts of money in this culture is beyond tainted. As always, it's still an apt metaphor for the larger issues. If the pastoral, beautiful, uniquely American game of baseball is dripping with poison, so too is our environment, our foreign policy, our declining sense of ethics, and this bizarre notion known as the "American Idea." We need a real Superman now because it is about truth justice and the American way. For an inexpensive crash course on how to deflect straightforward questions, play the victim, and salvage your Hall of Fame career, pay particular attention to the responses of the athletes and their lawyers. If you act now, we'll throw in a lesson on eschewing responsibility absolutely free. This offer is not available in stores. But wait! You knew that didn't you? LLLET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!

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