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Remember 2003, when you were young, Clay Aiken was burning up the charts, and Roger Clemens was on the verge of retiring as a Yankee? Relive with us those halcyon days, when corking a bat was our greatest baseball scandal and we had just celebrated winning the Iraq War. (sigh) Good times.
Read Skip Bayless’ scathing indictment of Barry Bonds — but first, read fans’ scathing indictment of Skip Bayless (especially the comments) for a quick fix of pot. kettle. black.
The sports “journalism” world has its annual case of ‘roid rage, thanks to an impeccably-timed new book, and Michael Cox is getting kinda tired of this particular stuck 78 on the ol’ Victrola. It’s not the facts, it’s the fallout, which as usual hurts the fans more than it hurts anyone else.
Wherein you will find contrition, mea culpas like crazy, and then a treatise on how we’re so gonna rock. Michael Cox just wants to be loved…is that so wrong?
We saved the “Bad” part of “The Good, The Bad, and The Analysis” for last, because not only do his actions look even more idiotic now than they did back in 2003, but this guy is still running the show at the Hall of Fame. Michael Cox won’t forget, and neither should you.
People (and especially congressional subcommittees) often forget how good we’ve had it recently, baseball-wise. In 1998, Michael Cox penned this ode to recognizing what’s there, lest you decide to swear at it instead. The first in our flashback series, “The Good, The Bad, and The Prospect Analysis.”
Just when you thought it had all died down, The Controversy rears its mustachioed head, and the bubbleheads are again out in droves to tell you that they can tell a steroid user by the little muscular bump on the right side of the neck. Michael Cox is here to call a goiter a goiter, and to again suggest that Mr. Bean could do a better job as commissioner than Bud Selig.
Ripped from the headlines, it’s our free-speech forum, where one of our country’s great leaders spars with a career .230 hitter with a trace of testosterone in his bloodstream.
It’s got gums flapping from TV studio to city desk, and Michael Cox is no different. However, he chooses to wonder where baseball would be today if every player had decided to be like Gary. It may or may not involve gunplay, and much higher ratings for Fox.
After a spring fraught with more opinionatin’ and pontificatin’ than ever before, it’s finally down to the actual crack of the bat, the roar of the hecklers, and the smell of the crowd. Michael Cox is back to point out that the money is already talking, so it would be nice if all the bull would just go ahead and begin, um, walking.
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