He couldn't have screwed this up worse if he'd shown up wearing a t shirt that said "I break for Juicers!" and flexing his muscles like Hulk Hogan back in the day.
The American public is a forgiving group; Jason Giambi apologizes, without saying what it is he's apologizing for, and he's forgiven. (Except for that whole gold thong thing and the unforgivable move of bringing back the Ron Jeremy porn stache.)
History is full of people who did idiotic things, yet are looked at as being OK due to the fact they owned up to what they did, apologized, and moved on. Bill Clinton, Micky Mantle, Dustin Hoffman for being in "Ishtar", and Alex Rodriguez. In fact, I bet if you asked 100 people on the street if Pete Rose should be in the Hall of Fame, 90 would say this: "As long as his plaque say's he bet on baseball? Yes." OK. Maybe not 90, but I would at least.
Mark McGwire had the chance today to totally redeem himself. He admitted he did 'roids, clearly regrets it, says all the right things, then looks Bob Costas in the eye and categorically denies thinking that steroids helped his performance, other than recovery purposes, in any way.
Either he's the dumbest human being to ever walk the earth or he's got the OJ Simpson "If I say it enough times and start to actually believe it it's the truth" disease; either way he blew whatever shot he had at total redemption right out of the water.
Don't get me wrong; I believe he's sorry, I believe he regrets what he did, and I honestly think he's a pretty good guy. But to have broken one of the, if not THE sacred record of baseball, all the while making a pants load of money while on this stuff, he wants us to believe he'd have done it anyways? Then WHY TAKE THE STUFF IN THE FIRST PLACE?
Yeah, yeah. To "recover" from injuries. That's why God invented Ibuprofen, massages, doctors, and everything else that can help with that. Whatever happened to just flat out owning up to a mistake and not having some lame excuse for it? Has the phrase "grow a set" just gone completely out of style?
I'm glad he's back in baseball; clearly, he loves the game and anyone who loves baseball is at least some point OK in my book. Like I said earlier, I think he's a good guy who just screwed up and as a guy who screws up at least 15 times a day I'm all for second, third, fourth, and fifth chances.
I just wish Big Mac had decided to stop at 2.
In a totally unrelated note Ciera informed us tonight she has her first boyfriend, Ange managed to keep me from sticking my head in the oven, and I'm applying for a concealed carry permit first thing in the morning.
To the shock and surprise of no one who knows me?
I'm not ready for this yet.