So, it turns out Sammy Sosa tested positive for performance enhancing drugs back in 2003. Honestly, I never imagined that Sammy would have resorted to cheating to inflate his stats or share the limelight with other magnificent MLB puritans like Mark Mcgwire or Barry Bonds. He just seemed like too good a guy to degrade the integrity of the game like that. It really breaks my heart to read that he –

Wait a minute? Who am I kidding? The only thing that would have surprised me would have been if Sammy’s name was NOT on “The List”. Come on, MLB. Let’s just rip that band-aid completely off. Show us the rest of the names. This dribs and drabs stuff is getting old. I’d like to know that the few players still held in high regard by me and others deserve to be lauded.

Just tell me that Griffey Jr. never cheated. That’s all I want to know. Because, at this point, the amount of fallen heroes from the game of hardball far outnumbers the genuine titans of the sport. The steroid era has tainted the game for a whole generation of fans. Bonds, McGwire, Sosa, Clemens? All frauds. And what have we learned from the indiscretions of these men? I’ll tell you what we’ve learned — that the price of cutting corners and deception is an unending stream of fortune and fame. Stick a needle in your ass and be blinded by the white heat of flashbulbs, drown in crisp green oceans of cash and have beautiful women throw themselves at your feet. Not bad really?

The only thing you have to live with is knowing that you took something as beautiful and pure as baseball, probably your first and only true love, and you defiled it for personal gain. I doubt any amount of fame and fortune can mend that wound.

Did the earth move for you, Sammy?