I woke up from a nightmare early this morning–my girlfriend and I were being chased by a bear–and I never fell back asleep…not because of the bear but because of the Mitchell Report. It’s officially messing with my head. The report is due out in a little over an hour as I sit here writing this. I’m scared. And angry. And sad. Scared that some of my childhood heroes will be named as cheaters. (Please, God, not Cal Ripken Jr.) Angry to think that while I was playing steroid-free during summer ball and my Mets tryout, other people likely had an illegal edge. Sad on behalf of Major League Baseball and humanity itself.
History is about to unfold before us. This report will be talked about for generations. Millions of fans might be alienated, but in the long run the sport will survive. It’s a beautiful game. The people in it right now might not be, but baseball will cleanse itself.
I’m tempted to start guessing which names will be on the list–no doubt there are bookies out there taking bets on this right now–but all I’m gonna do is get back into bed and pull the covers over my nose and turn on ESPN and brace myself.
I’d almost rather not watch the news coverage. I wish I didn’t have to update the steroids section in my book. I wish I never had to write a steroids section in the first place. And I’d rather not be blogging about this. But this is baseball and life and it can’t be avoided. Hopefully something good will come from all of this.