…one of great experiences of my life was taking my sons to the Red Sox parade and watching it pass us 4 times from our location in front of the Museum of science.
This story kills it.
David Ortiz, the greatest single-season home run hitter in Red Sox history, yesterday acknowledged testing positive for a performance-enhancing drug in 2003 as he launched his golden era as one of the game’s premier power hitters.
The side stories don’t matter, the money doesn’t matter. It kills it.
I can’t tell my kids to cheer for Ortiz, nor celebrate 2004 or 2007, not if I want to stress the idea of playing by the rules.
I don’t care if the Yankees have steroids guys, they’re not my team, I don’t care who revealed it. I expect better. I demand better.
So please don’t sell me bullshit like this:
So cheer up, Red Sox fans. Don’t bury your faces in your 2004 caps. Don’t turn off the computer when rival fans start with the Tainted Title rap.
The Red Sox championships are every bit as legit as the Cardinals’ title in ’06 or the White Sox in ’05 or the Marlins in ’03 or that seventh degree black belt Elvis was awarded in ’73.
That’s crap from people who want me to keep spending my cash and emotional attachment to this game to support them.
The Sox and MLB don’t need or deserve my money or my attention. If they want to get it back they have to earn it. Until I can point to my local team and say it is on the level why the hell should I care?
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