The debate is making me tired, dear readers.
No, not the presidential one.
The debate making me tired is the one that always seems to come up this time of year: baseball players and their tie to Performance Enhancing Drugs (PEDs). The fact that we still debate the "right" and "wrong" of whether or not an athlete -- ANY athlete -- should/shouldn't/is doing steroids or HGH is a joke.
A joke.
The vast majority of professional athletes take or have taken performance enhancing drugs. There, I said it. They're expected to perform at an elite level and, truth of the matter is, most can't without some sort of synthetic cocktail.
Don't believe me? Really? There are countless examples from baseball to the olympics to cyclists to football to horse racing (that's right, friggin' horse racing) of athletes using PEDs. And, in every instance, the accused vehemently denied any wrongdoing until the evidence against them became undeniable. I mean, how many of us fell for the Lance Armstrong "LIVESTRONG" marketing machine with those yellow wristbands before it came crumbling down?
Exactly.
My point? We shouldn't care if athletes take performance enhancing drugs. They want to perform better in a certain area of life so they take a drug to do so. So what? They know the risk; it's on them to rule on the reward proposition. Not us. Just because we, as fans, pay to watch them we think we have a say? Well, we don't.
And we shouldn't.
Take the purists who put an asterisk next to Barry Bonds homerun total, for example. The same practice happens everyday with dick pills in most bedrooms across America yet no one is championing the morals of that PED use. Viagra didn't generate 1.708 billion of revenue in the U.S. last year for Pfizer because no one is using it, y'all.
With our backwards sports rationale, we'd have to put an asterisk next to the number of orgasms any man gave his sexual partners over his "career" based on whether or not he took dick pills. Think about it. Performance, and the resulting multimillion dollar contracts or orgasms, aren't measured by morals, y'all. They're measured by results. So let's stop kidding each other like we care about how those results are obtained.
There are more important things to worry about.
Like the country's Restless Leg Syndrome epidemic.
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Quick Thinking
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-- Johnny Manziel's wasteful lifestyle makes him the poster child for today's entitled youth who don't understand the value of effort and accountability.
-- His social media comment from 4/29 sums it up best:
-- Self-awareness at its best.
-- But, hey, at least he has 1.38M followers on Twitter.
-- Which is a lot more than he'll make not playing football this season.
-- Watching Big Papi perform so well at the age of 40 begs the obvious question.
-- No, I'm not typing the question.
-- Then it wouldn't be obvious, would it?
-- Another player performing incredibly well on the Red Sox, JBJ's 27-game hit streak has been attributed to the young player "finally starting to get it" and "feeling more comfortable at the plate."
-- The obvious muscle mass increase and resulting bat speed probably have nothing to do with.
-- I'm starting to realize my son's awful farts are simply the ghosts of poor nutrition choices haunting me.
-- Seriously. They're awful.
-- Is #fartshaming your kids a thing yet?
-- It should be.
-- Shame...shame...shame.
-- Speaking of Game of Thrones, watching Hodor meet his demise protecting the person he literally carried on his back as we learned said person was ultimately the one responsible for his diminished mental faculties in the first place was difficult to watch.
-- Never thought the loss of a fictional TV character would have such an effect on me.
-- Must be what makes "reality" shows like the Bachelor and Bachelorette so popular with the ladies.
-- Despite being so short, Devvon Terrell's remix of Rhianna's Work is absolute fire.
-- Much like Rhianna herself, actually.
-- Work, work, work, work, work.
-- Most say "hate" is the ugliest word in the English language.
-- I think "can't" is.
-- And "moist" gets an honorable mention.
-- I can't think of any other words I truly hate.
-- Oh, wait...
