Juiced

Opening Day of the 2005 baseball season is a little less than two weeks away. As I sit here and think about what has gone on during the offseason as well as thus far in Spring Training, all I can think about is the whole steroid fracas. I have such an emotional view on this whole thing that I feel the need to share it. So without further ado, let's get started.

It is my opinion that if someone takes steroids or any kind of performance enhancing drugs, supplements, of whatever you want to call them, that person is nothing more than a cheater. If you have to stoop as low as to take drugs to make you a "good" player, you are a pussy. What happened to working your ass off for something and feeling good about it? It seems to me that these people that take drugs don't like to work for what they get. That is pathetic.

I watched bits and pieces of the Congressional hearings and saw what the players had to say. Of all of the players that testified (or the lack there of), Mark McGuire was a pansy. "Oh, I am here to talk about the future. I am not here to talk about the past." Mark, what a pussy you are. That tells me that Mr. McGuire is guilty and he didn't want to fess up like a man. If he was so innocent, he would have answered each and every question that was posed to him. Instead, he weaseled out like a pussy. I used to have respect for Mr. McGuire, but no more.

Another person that I feel is guilty of being a gutless coward is none other than Barry Bonds. I am sure that this jackass has been juicing for years, I think that's obvious. So now what does Barry do, he blames the media for all of his problems. You know what I think? I think Barry knows that he is busted and to get around it, he wants to have a pity party on himself. This guy is a joke. I think his new catchphrase is going to be "I'm tired." I mean, how many times did he use those two words in his latest press conference? Here is my message to Mr. Bonds:

Barry, take a look in the mirror my friend. If anyone needs to take the blame for all your problems its you pal. You have no one to blame but yourself. It is like the old adage goes, if you can't take the heat, then get out of the kitchen. Hell, why you are at it, why not get the hell out of the major leagues and spare us fans of the embarrassment.

So baseball is going to implement a new drug testing policy. That policy is a joke. If someone test positive they get four, count 'em, four chances. If ya ask me, that is way to many. If it were up to me, this is how it would work:

1st offence: 162-game suspension without pay
2nd offence: Banned for 3 years. After those three years, if you can still hang and play, you can come back.
3rd offence: Banned for life.

Now I think that's fair.