So Big Papi and Manny Ramirez were named on the mysterious 104-person steroid list last week. Big deal. At this point, there’s not a name on there that would elicit surprise from anyone who’s been paying attention to baseball for the last 10 years.
And it’s been proven time and again that we fans just don’t care. Manny is more popular than ever in Los Angeles. And as long as David Ortiz keeps hitting homers, the Boston faithful will keep on blissfully singing “Sweet Caroline” while looking the other way.
In fact, the only people that seem to care about steroids in baseball are crusty baseball writers, who get their panties in a bunch about the “sanctity of the game” every time another name gets “leaked.”
Why? Partially because they are complicit in the steroid era (most reporters conveniently looked the other way as players like Ortiz suddenly grew from scrawny slap hitters to burly homer bashers), and partially because righteous anger still sells papers.
If a guy wants to inject something into his body that will make his junk shrink and eventually lead to serious injury down the road for his own personal and financial gain and my entertainment, then who am I to stop him?
Look, baseball has a long and storied history of cheating, and this is just the latest phase. The game will continue to go on, and those who don’t cheat will always rise to the top, even if it’s just in public opinion.
So if Papi, A-Rod, Manny and the rest of the players on the list were juicing (at a time when there were no rules against it, by the way), tell me why should we care now?