Biakaba is Big Ern
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8 months ago
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I was a huge MLB fan when I was a kid. From the ages of 10 to 19, I was all about the Cubs and Braves. I watched Chicago religiously on WGN and Atlanta on TBS. I collected memorabilia. I went in my backyard and pretended to be Andre Dawson at the plate and hit invisible pitches over my fence. I carried a Willie Mays basball card in my back pocket when a friends dad used to hit pop ups to us in the park and I tried to perfect my basket catch. Then the '94 strike happened during one of the better seasons in baseball. A bitter taste was left in my mouth. I've since been reduced to a post-season game watcher with a dash of Cubbies every so often during the regular season. Even the McGwire/Sosa saga didn't bring me back full circle. In my kitchen, I have two plaques that remind me of the purity of baseball. One is of Joe Dimaggio the other of my all time favorite player, Hank Aaron. Since the steroid era has been exposed, I'm tempted to wash my hands of the game I so dearly loved and call it dead. How come the stars of yester year were so much better than the ones of the here and now? I understand there were scandals back in the day-The Black Sox, pitchers loading balls, corked bats, Pete Rose, but to me, this 'roid era and the arrogance demonstrated by those being called out, have nuked the sport. Mickey Mantle could hit a 550 foot homer without roids and Maris could park 61 in a season without the juice, but Big Mac and Sammy couldn't do it without horse medication? Pathetic. And then Bonds goes through a growth spurt when he's 35 and then plays it off like it's no big deal when pictures from the last ten years tell a different story. Are there any pure athletes left in baseball? Or are they all so lackluster that they have to stick needles in their behinds?