Ken Griffey Junior. About a week ago I was at a bar and I saw a program on FSN called “The Top 50 Collisions in Baseball History,” really an enjoyable program aside from one glaring, disgusting error. One of their greatest collisions was Ken Griffey Junior making Willie Mays look like Scotty Smalls catching a ball against the centerfield wall at the King Dome and breaking his wrist. I hadn’t yet had my first beer, but I went to the bathroom and vomited. I remember watching that live. That was the day that the best baseball player that ever lived shat upon his legacy.
Allow me to preface this. I don’t agree with what Barry Bonds, Raphael Palmeiro, Sammy Sosa, Mark Mcgwire or any of the other juice-heads did. The peddling of illegal drugs doesn’t interest me, and I’m in a profession where I see lives destroyed by drugs on a regular basis. I don’t differentiate between steroids and the methamphetamines ruining our rural areas, or the cocaine and heroin tearing apart our inner cities. Is heroin still a problem? The Lizard King says yes. For those of you skeptical of steroids being put into this category, tell that to the family of “The Canadian Crippler,” or the Marerro family. Steroids are a drug, and a drug which can lead to heavy depression with dangerous and violent results. For that reason I detest steroids. However, from a strictly baseball standpoint, I actually don’t understand what all the fuss is about. Is this really a game where we abhor cheating? Really? (Editor’s note, I hate Tony Danza strictly because he was a pretend second baseman for the Cardinals).