I claim full responsibility.
I allowed Mark McGwire to stake steroids. Now that his hour of confession and judgment has arrived, I must stand beside him as a codefendant.
I didn’t supply Mac with the andro, HGH and goodness knows what other chemical he used, but I might as well have.
I bought the 70th home run T-shirt in St. Louis’s Lambert Airport, and walked out of the Post-Dispatch’s offices with a stack of the special editions from 1998, when he broke Roger Maris’ famed home run record.
I have the Starting Lineup figures, the commemorative Headliner with Mac and Sammy Sosa, and the All-Star Game figure of McGwire in his National League jersey.
I bought the magazines with him on the cover, and wore my Cardinal cap.
Worst of all, I cared. I got caught up in the home run chase, watching the games with great interest as he approached and surpassed No. 62.
I bought tickets to see the Cardinals and cheered when the giant strode the plate, hoping to see him bash another home run.
McGwire and Sosa are credited with bringing fans back to baseball, still struggling with the aftermath of the 1994 labor battle. I’m one of the loyalists who never left the game, and it sure was nice to hear people stop bashing baseball and celebrating the game again.
It was fun. A lot of fun. In fact, I'd say it was the best baseball season that didn't involve a Mets championship.
I liked the whole Sammy Sosa thing, too. It was neat to see Sammy charge out to Wrigley’s right field with the bleacher creatures bowing and going nuts. The home run hop, the heavenly points — they were all part of a great show.
Did I suspect that there might be chemical enhancements? In some deep, dark corner of the mind there were doubts. But I was having so much fun that I banished them to that corner.
Truth be told, I didn’t want to know.
I’m still in denial that any Mets player ever juiced, and fully suspect each and every member of the Yankees roster is ‘roided up, and also most of the grounds crew and even some of the ushers and beer vendors.
But those of us who willingly went along for the ride can’t stand here today with clean hands and condemn McGwire.
I allowed Mark McGwire to stake steroids. Now that his hour of confession and judgment has arrived, I must stand beside him as a codefendant.
I didn’t supply Mac with the andro, HGH and goodness knows what other chemical he used, but I might as well have.
I bought the 70th home run T-shirt in St. Louis’s Lambert Airport, and walked out of the Post-Dispatch’s offices with a stack of the special editions from 1998, when he broke Roger Maris’ famed home run record.
I have the Starting Lineup figures, the commemorative Headliner with Mac and Sammy Sosa, and the All-Star Game figure of McGwire in his National League jersey.
I bought the magazines with him on the cover, and wore my Cardinal cap.
Worst of all, I cared. I got caught up in the home run chase, watching the games with great interest as he approached and surpassed No. 62.
I bought tickets to see the Cardinals and cheered when the giant strode the plate, hoping to see him bash another home run.
McGwire and Sosa are credited with bringing fans back to baseball, still struggling with the aftermath of the 1994 labor battle. I’m one of the loyalists who never left the game, and it sure was nice to hear people stop bashing baseball and celebrating the game again.
It was fun. A lot of fun. In fact, I'd say it was the best baseball season that didn't involve a Mets championship.
I liked the whole Sammy Sosa thing, too. It was neat to see Sammy charge out to Wrigley’s right field with the bleacher creatures bowing and going nuts. The home run hop, the heavenly points — they were all part of a great show.
Did I suspect that there might be chemical enhancements? In some deep, dark corner of the mind there were doubts. But I was having so much fun that I banished them to that corner.
Truth be told, I didn’t want to know.
I’m still in denial that any Mets player ever juiced, and fully suspect each and every member of the Yankees roster is ‘roided up, and also most of the grounds crew and even some of the ushers and beer vendors.
But those of us who willingly went along for the ride can’t stand here today with clean hands and condemn McGwire.
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