The “New York Times” is reporting that the steroid Rafael Palmeiro was busted for using is stanozolol, dubbed by a NYU prof as “a mildly strong to strong steroid.” The prof even went so far as to say that “potent is the word I would use.” Lest you wonder how potent it is, it’s the same steroid linked to Ben Johnson in 1988.
Well, that certainly puts Raffy’s comment about “Why would I do this during a season where I was going to get to 3,000 hits?” into question. Suddenly Raffy, a well liked guy across the board, looks like Pete Rose, the guy who corked his bat (according to the guy who rotted in a cell protecting him) in order to break the all time hits record. This kind of news is never easy to take, whether you like the guy or not. But one could argue that Raffy was banking on people to sympathize with him for the same reason that Rose arguably was: because each was knocking on the door of history. Raffy just became the fourth guy to enter the 3,000/500 club, dammit. How could he accomplish such a thing without being as standup a guy as the three who preceded him?
Personally, I wanted to give Raffy the benefit of the doubt when I heard that he had tested positive, in spite of the fact that he was sucking wind when the season started (following a 2004 season where he also sucked wind) only to start beating the snot out of the ball seemingly out of nowhere. I mean, they all told us that steroids don’t help you hit the ball; they just help you hit it farther. Right?
Well, maybe not. Are we going to find out a week from now that Jason Giambi (who hit 14 home runs in July, after hitting five in the previous three months) is using again, too? God, I sure as hell hope not. I really want to think that Giambi has learned his lesson, that being the poster child for all things wrong with Major League Baseball was more than enough incentive to stay the hell away from the juice for good. But I have to admit, the numbers are stacked against him. They’re also stacked against Sammy Sosa, Bret Boone, and even guys like Mike Lowell and Jim Thome should be aware that their numbers will be viewed suspiciously from here on. Now, I actually like all of the guys I just listed, even the diva-tastic Sosa. But I still need someone to explain to me how you go from hitting singles and doubles to hitting a boatload of homers, even in pitcher’s parks, only to completely forget how to hit altogether. It doesn’t look good, guys. You should have known this day was coming. After all, the owners weren’t going to turn a blind eye forever.
