"I'm not here to talk about the past". Oh, REALLY?? Could've fooled ME...

     I was going to talk about how Anoldis Chapman slipped through the Nationals' fingertips, and wound up in Cincinnati.

     Instead, we're left debating the biggest non-story in baseball. NOW Mark McGwire cops to doing steroids? Big fricking whoop. Everybody knew this (more and less) back in '98, people.

     It's not so much that the "Big Mac" confirmed everyone's suspicions. Rather, it's this part of his statement that feels like the harpoon in the back of the whale:

"I used steroids in the '90s...including during the 1998 baseball season." (italics mine)

     That's right, folks. It was all a lie. The one thing that brought the fans back to baseball--after the debacle of '94, aborting a World Series and all that--and now we find out it was all an illusion.

     As, apparently, it was also an illusion that Mark McGwire hit a ball in batting practice @ RFK Stadium (before an exhibition game between the Cardinals and Mets) that hit the concrete just short of clearing the roof. There's tape from WRC-TV in Washington that shows it; certainly one of the TV stations in St. Louis has it somewhere.

     (Why do I bring this up? Simple. There's a reason why certain seats @ RFK are still painted white. Upper deck seats...where Frank Howard hit 'em.)      And I guarantee you, Hondo did it on brute strength ALONE!!! Anyone think I lie?

     So now, that Congressional hearing back in '05 is seen for what we always knew it to be: a glorified dog-and-pony show.

     Rafael Palmeiro pointing his finger and saying "I have never, ever used steroids!!": Sorry, they nailed you a year later.

     Sammy Sosa "conveniently" forgetting to speak English: Well, all we have on you (for now) is a corked bat. Still, there are suspicions...

     And then, of course, we have Mark McGwire. "I'm not here to talk about the past".

     Well, you could've fooled my a*s*s, "Big Mac". Shame you couldn't fool the rest of the baseball world, though. And I'm sorry to say, whatever shot you had at the Baseball Hall of Fame...well, let's just say there's a better chance of Bill Clinton getting another b.j. from an intern lipstick-wearing pigs flying.

     I'm just saying...