So Ryan Braun is gone for the season and Alex Rodriguez is next under the gun. Normally I’d be horrified at that. But after all the other stuff that’s come out about the steroids era, I’m almost too tired to be horrified. I do find one little ray of hope out of all this. It involves the Player’s Association.
Ever notice how the union has, in almost every case, done everything they can to help the offenders and hamper the commissioner’s office. OK, I know it’s the job of a union to protect its members, but it seems to me that the player’s association went overboard in throwing up roadblocks. As usual, they failed to consult the players who weren’t using steroids (or other PEDs) about the course of action. It reminds me of when MLB tried to suspend Albert Belle for almost killing Fernando Vina on the base paths. When MLB decided to do something, the union sided with Belle and left Vina high and dry.
This time it appears to be different. I’m hearing the player’s association beginning to soften its “our guys never do anything wrong” stand. They seem to be saying that “we’re listening to our other players and those players are saying ‘enough already’ to steroids.” That, to me, is a hopeful sign. Maybe it will go a long way toward stopping some of this mess if the offenders realize that their formerly most staunch supporters are no longer willing to stand side-by-side with them. (I won’t hold my breath).
BTW—name the royal baby Leroy.
Tags: Albert Belle, Alex Rodriguez, Fernando Vina, MLBPA, Ryan Braun, steroids
July 24, 2013 at 8:31 am
I think the MLBPA made a serious PR miscalculation in the aftermath of the Bonds, Sosa, McGwire et al days, and I think they’ve made a sensible (and necessary) correction of course. I’m hoping for Prince Elvis.
July 28, 2013 at 9:03 am
I think they should name the royal pain in the ass after Cecil Fielder’s son.
That way, the royal family will have either Prince Prince or Prince Fielder.
Incidentally, being that I’m not from the United Kingdom or any of its subsidiaries, I’m not at all interested in any of that royal jazz. I don’t care if they call they call the royal brat “Late To Dinner”.
Glen