A-Roid ... A-Fraud ... Ste-Rod ... where does baseball go from here?
At least pro rasslin' is honest about being make-believe.
Seriously, are we supposed to accept as fact any statistic compiled by Alex Rodriguez? Are we supposed to accept any stat by any ballplayer who played from 1985-2005?
Even the guys who contend they're "clean" are guilty - if not by deed than by association.
When Jose Canseco turns out to be the conscience of baseball, the sport is in trouble.
Or maybe not.
Maybe, as I suspect, the vast majority of the paying, viewing, listening and reading public doesn't care who juiced, who didn't and who still might be enjoying the benefits of HGH and other hard-to-detect performance enhancers.
Did the Barry Bonds and Roger Clemens allegations convince even 10 people to stop following the exploits of their favorite ballclubs? Five? Didn't think so.
I certainly have difficulty whipping up a good case of outrage when the people who pay these guys' salaries line up to buy tickets and souvenirs and beer. I mean, Sammy Sosa corked his bat and took "Flintstones Vitamins," yet Cubbie fans paid seemingly any price to go to games at the Wrigley Brewtap back then, and they're paying even higher prices now.
So which is it now that A-Roid - the likely all-time home run king before his career ends - probably took slugger's little helpers? Outrage or shoulder shrugs?
Rasslin' with sticks and baseballs ... hey, if everybody's accepting it, I guess it must be OK.
And who knows? Maybe Mickey Rourke can play A-Roid in the movies someday.