Well, of course he did.
And now that he wants something – a job, a reasonably nonbelligerent working environment, peace of mind, forgiveness, I suppose – Mark McGwire has come a little closer to the truth.
He and his handlers typed out a statement, sent it along to the Associated Press and, presumably, put their hands over their ears. He later sat for an interview with Bob Costas and was inarguably contrite.
Turns out, he had a damned good reason not to talk about the past, but we knew that, and he knew we knew, so what exactly do we have today, the day McGwire simply confirmed that so many of those home runs were manufactured not in a batting cage, but in a lab (and not in a bathroom stall)?
For one, we have a man so used to hiding and lying that, years after cheating a nation of baseball fans, he feels sorry for … himself.
“Looking back,” he wrote, “I wish I had never played during the steroid era.”
Really.
This coming from a member of a profession that basically allowed the steroids era to happen without a fucking whimper. But that should come as no surprise as sportswriters as a group consistently looked the other way when baseball players were juicing up one way or another. When players in the 1950's through the 1980's were taking speed and getting benefits on the field sportswriters knew it and looked the other way. And where are those players nowadays? In the fucking Hall of Fame. And who put them there? The fucking sportswriters.
I'll say this, every so called "journalist" who was active in the speed era and sat on their fucking hands and didn't tell the truth should be kicked out of the Hall as well.
Sportswriters are proving themselves to be nothing but the fucking scum of the earth (with a few notable exceptions.)
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