Mudville

For months, there has been a blight on the grand game of baseball. No, not steroids. No, not the injuries. And not even that evil incarnate (at least to NFL fans), Bud Selig.
The pox has been Barry Bonds. Now, you may love him or you may hate him, but I just can't stand the idea that he sucks so much attention from what is otherwise the world's best sport. The media that doesn't understand baseball can only talk about Bonds. It's something you can do without any knowledge at all...like commenting on politics for the Fox News Channel.
But today, things got even worse. Roger Clemens is back. That ideal of American sports...the guy who won't agree to go to spring training...won't agree to play with any team until he's ready...won't even travel with his teammates on the road unless he's pitching. He's too important.
Now, Bonds may or may not be a cheater. I vote for cheater.
Clemens may or may not be mentally ill (remember the broken bat javelin throw at Mike Piazza?) But even if he's not clinically nuts, he is the poster child of the truly broken foundation of our society. Clemens is the self appointed Pope of the Unified American Church of It's All About Me.
If baseball can withstand the nauseating coverage of these two morons, I assume it can survive anything.
But there is no joy in Mudville.

diderot