I love baseball. I love the strategy of the game and the excitement of each and every opening day. It is woven into the fabric of who I am today.
However, more important than my love of baseball is my love of the truth. So, in light of recent published revelations about its premier player, Barry Bonds, I must protest.
It boggles my mind to think Bonds, a pre-steroid era hall-of-famer, would risk his life and reputation for a few extra homers.
He was a slim, five-tool player who had greatness written all over him when he was a rookie. However, he apparently let his ego and ambition overtake any good sense he possessed.
If these allegations of steroid use are proven true, I think his accomplishments should be omitted from baseball's record book.
I can't help but feel duped and cheated by the likes of McGwire, Bonds and Sosa.
It's true, I too was caught up in the great home run race of 1998. I believed both Sosa and McGwire were Superman, and now I know why.
I love baseball, but I'd love it even more without the use of any illegal substances by its players.