The Day Your Heroes Turn To Shit, Right Before Your Eyes...

I am a baseball fan.

The Mitchell Report, as it has been dubbed by the media, came out today and well, baseball as we know it probably came to an end. The usually suspects were on the list, including Bonds, Giambi and the summer sweetheart story that turned into dried poop quickly, Rick Ankiel. But there were a whole bunch of others on the list (from Yahoo! Sports):

Major League Baseball players with links to performance-enhancing substances named in the Mitchell report.
View the report (PDF)

NEW NAMES Chad Allen Mike Bell Gary Bennett Larry Bigbie Kevin Brown Alex Cabrera Mark Carreon Jason Christiansen Howie Clark Roger Clemens Jack Cust Brendan Donnelly Chris Donnels Matt Franco Eric Gagne Matt Herges Phil Hiatt Glenallen Hill Todd Hundley Mike Judd David Justice Chuck Knoblauch Tim Laker Mike Lansing Paul Lo Duca Nook Logan Josias Manzanillo Cody McKay Kent Mercker Bart Miadich Hal Morris Daniel Naulty Denny Neagle Jim Parque Luis Perez Andy Pettitte Adam Piatt Todd Pratt Stephen Randolph Adam Riggs Armando Rios Brian Roberts F.P. Santangelo Mike Stanton Ricky Stone Miguel Tejada Ismael Valdez Mo Vaughn Ron Villone Fernando Vina Rondell White Jeff Williams Todd Williams Steve Woodard Kevin Young Gregg Zaun

PREVIOUSLY LINKED Manny Alexander Rick Ankiel David Bell Marvin Benard Barry Bonds Ricky Bones Paul Byrd Ken Caminiti Jose Canseco Paxton Crawford Lenny Dykstra Bobby Estalella Ryan Franklin Jason Giambi Jeremy Giambi Jay Gibbons Troy Glaus Juan Gonzalez Jason Grimsley Jose Guillen Jerry Hairston Jr. Darren Holmes Ryan Jorgensen Wally Joyner Gary Matthews Jr. Rafael Palmeiro John Rocker Benito Santiago Scott Schoeneweis David Segui Gary Sheffield Derrick Turnbow Randy Velarde Matt Williams

Also linked here is the Mitchell Report in PDF.

Here's what I think... All the heroes I grew up with are somehow gone. I feel faked. I remember searching through some packs of 1986 Topps Baseball Cards at 12 years old looking for Roger Clemens. I remember getting the 1987 Topps Baseball Set featuring, McGwire (who shockingly is not on the list), Canseco, Palmeiro, Bonds, etc. All those guys, so promising as rookies really screwed it all up. All those guys should be in the Hall Of Fame. Now they aren't going to be. I took a few years to pass judgment on Bonds. I gave him the chance... the benefit of doubt. I mean, he could have been a target. But now you look at all those names and you are like, "Shit! Those son of a bitches."

What can be done? Well... Nothing. Absolutely nothing can be done here. It's broken and can't be fixed. The records are shot or overblown. No way we can ever say we were treated fairly.

A surprise name on the list is a little known player, FP Santangelo. This is dude is a local radio jock on Sports 1140 AM. I am calling that guy out. He needs to come onto the radio tomorrow morning and tell us all what he did, why he did it and what should we think about him. This guy was nobody as a player, but now he is the resident color man on the morning show. He should tell us all why. I am calling the bastard out. Here is his radio show page. Let's all email him and tell him what a fake he is. I am serious...not that his shitty assed baseball career amounted to much. This is a public figure now that he is on the radio... I am sure he has talked about this a lot over the last few years here in the morning. Man up dude... Come clean tomorrow in the morning... Tell us why. Little kids look up to athletes and now we find you all are cheats.

Baseball is a joke.

You suck FP.

Oh The Hillarity...

People it's Steve Fossett... Not Steve Faucet... 200 misspelled hits...

I just love it when things like this happen to this blog. This occurs a few times a year. 200 hits since Sunday.

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I go now...

Steve Takes the Needle

Sometimes it is rather hard to come up with blog topics and other times, like today, there are so many ideas they are hard to choose from. But this should be a good story:

So I am back from the steroid shot experience and I don't feel any different yet. What an experience though. I had these visions of this giant needle going up the top of my butt crack into the base of my spine and me screaming in pain while chewing the end of the table off with my blunt set of incisors.

Nothing like that...

Not at all... but the story is interesting...

I hate pain, I hate that wincing feeling and I especially hate needles (quiet lawryde, Mr. Got some really cool Tattoos so I can deal with needles no problem). So the whole time, I was thinking about the feeling I mentioned above with the whole biting off the end of the table stuff. I was so stressing out when I got in there. They walked me in and took my vitals. My heart was pumping a cool 120 bpm and my blood pressure was like 185 over 100. Not at massive coronary levels but dude, I was freaking.

So the doc reviews the chart and my pain threshold. He describes some things. I found out through the process that his brother was my Biology teacher in high school. Told me the worst part was the novocaine. The rest was easy.

So the plop me on the table and roll up my shirt. I am laying there. And like my heart rate is like 145 bpm.

The doctor goes into this story... "So have you ever bought anything from Dell..."

"No," I say, " I am an Apple guy.."

"So let me tell you this story anyway... watch it, this is gonna get cold. I want this wireless keyboard."

And he goes on and on with this horrific story about Dell and getting blue tooth to work with the new Windows Vista system coming out. Meanwhile, my heart rate is cruising. 160, 170, 175... And I am slowly not paying attention. I mean, I can talk for hours about computers. I am no expert but, I have first hand experience with Windows and the stupidity of Bluetooth with it.

He's like,"So they said it wasn't a technical problem it is a sales problem so I had to go to my sales guy and WHOA!!! Slow down there buddy, at 185 bpm we're gonna need to get the crash cart."

I'm like, "I know. Get on with it already. This is totally normal for me to freak out."

I am taking the deepest breaths possible and he is carrying on with the story trying to take my mind off of it. A little pinch from the novocaine and it was over. Never felt the shot hitting my spine or anything.

Once my heart rate came down to like 140 bpm when they were cleaning up, I was totally focused. I am like, "Oh yeah, I tried installing this bluetooth device to my work computer which is a PC and the device driver wasn't signed by Microsoft but you can do this..." And I go on diagnosing the problem.

Pretty funny. They were so cautious. They thought I was gonna drive out of there at first and wanted to make sure my wife pulled the Hummer around the corner.

We'll see how this works.