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Say It Ain't So Manny...

Bad news and no joy in Mudville today. It was announced this morning that my man Manny Ramirez tested positive for a banned substance, and has been suspended for 50 games. He won't be seen in uniform again until July 4. I'm totally devastated.

According to his press release, if it can be believed, it wasn't for steroids, but for a doctor's prescription that had a substance in it he didn't know was banned by the league.

I know the guy's got attitude, and he's a lousy defensive player. But for some reason he still had a certain free spirit and goofy charm that appealed to me. And he seemed to really love playing the game. But here's a guy with over 500 home runs, who until now has never been known to be associated with drugs, and who may have lost his chance for the Hall of Fame. Not only that, he's lost all credibility and respect with the fans, his integrity, his good name, and also now seriously impacted the Dodgers' chances to repeat as National League West champs. It's really a terrible price to pay, but that's the consequence of the dishonest behavior.

He'll still be back by mid-season, but will I still like the guy? I probably won't be able to help myself. But I'm sure I'll be more suspicious, especially if his numbers drop off after he comes back. I guess the lesson is that anybody can fall if the money and the applause and flattery ever becomes more important to you than living your life with integrity.

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!nge said…
Sorry ... :(
I just KNEW that you were going to have a blog post on this. As soon as I read the knews I thought of you. Professional sports just aren't what they used to be.....

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