Opening day in baseball is supposed to be a grand day for America and its national past time. The season used to symbolize rebirth, not only for the country and the game, but for the planet. The game was a cultural phenomenon in America. People would go to the game during the summer to sit out in the sun like they do at the park or the beach and watch a baseball game. Some became fans of certain teams, because it just well happened to be that a certain team was from your city and you saw them the most, so you knew the players, coaches, etc. But for the most part people were in love with the game of baseball and they understood that the guys on the field were human just like you or me.
What happened to us culturally America? Amidst opening day and its festivities this year, Barry Bonds is on trial for the steroid issues that have plagued him now since he passed Babe Ruth and Manny Ramirez abruptly retired this past week to avoid a suspension for testing positive on another drug test.
Now I won’t argue that they didn’t make a choice, whether knowingly or not, but what seems to be the biggest shame of all of this steroid issue is that some people who are consistently pressing this issue are only ruining the game for an entire generation of youths and we seem to have forgotten that this is just a game, it’s supposed to be for fun.
It seems silly for some one my age to say I remember when, but when I was a kid Derek Jeter, Ken Griffey Jr., Barry Bonds, Manny Ramirez, Pedro Martinez, and plenty more were the heroes and role models for the kids. We played baseball and my friends would say things like “I’m like Jim Thome,” Alfonso Soriano, Alex Rodriguez or who ever.
I think back to that now and of people from a generation or two ago who thought of Mickey Mantle, Willie Mays, Juan Marichal, or Sandy Koufax as their heroes and that there are stories about Koufax taking cortisone shots, but we didn’t publicize it back then.
When you think about this issue of steroids in baseball, it seems to be a real shame that little Timmy out there who is 12 years old has no heroes anymore because we’ve vilified all of them.
Now little Timmy says, “I want to be just like Manny”, but the media and these selfish writers and people tell him, “He cheats the game and he’s a bad person.” So what is he supposed to think, either “I hate this game and everybody who plays because they all cheat,” or “If I want to be as good as Albert Pujols or Big Papi, maybe I need an edge.”
Maybe rather than blaming the players we should look at what we’ve turned our national pastime into.
I know the press is supposed to inform the public of the truth, but do supreme courts, presidents, and the public really need to frustrate them selves over this when war, budget crisis, and union strikes are going on?
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