Are performance enhancing drugs (PEDs) an unnatural advantage? Sure. But so are many of the extreme training methods and nutritional regimens that are all now a regular part of almost all professional sports, including baseball. If PEDs were permitted, MLB could at least take the significant money it would save on expensive detection schemes, investigations, and mediation (players' unions don't tend to take kindly to 100-game suspensions) and use it instead to educate players about the health dangers of PEDs and the doses at which they are safest.
The Toronto Blue Jays pulled off a historic 12-player deal with the Florida Marlins. As last evening wore on, the hype and hoopla on Sports Talk Radio in The Big Smoke was ratcheted. Ah, but Toronto being Toronto, all that giddiness, all that love, all that manic mirth was short-lived. By the time I turned on Sports Talk Radio this morning at 6 a.m., confidence in the trade had turned to caution.
Not to suggest that the world revolves around Kate Upton, but given all the hoopla and hype afforded in recent days to the star-spangled awesome actress and supermodel, an observer could easily conclude that the World Series most surely revolves around her. But as one writer put it: "an entire city breathlessly awaits an answer to what fans really want to know. Is [Detroit Tigers pitcher Justin Verlander] really dating supermodel Kate Upton?"
I think the Seattle Sounders -- the super successful soccer club -- is on to something. The Sounders have decided to not only listen to their fans, but to take it one step farther and allow their faithful flock to decide the fate of the club's General Manager, Adrian Hanauer, via a vote. I know what you're thinking: how on Earth did they conjure up this cockamamie scheme?
Withholding the honour to Barry Bonds is petty beyond belief -- except that it's happening. The Hall of Fame guys are so damned sanctimonious and dogmatic that it curdles belief. Criteria for entry into the Hall should only be a player's record in the game, none of this drivel about "integrity" that the MLB is judging without proof.
The only awkward aspect of the Roberto Alomar ceremony was watching the Jays of lore in the original uniforms with the familiar lettering and logo... and then to look at the team currently on the field in its metallic and unfamiliar New Coke uniforms. I seethed. You seethed. Bring back the old logo.