When I was a kid, baseball was America's game. My memories linger around visions of classic summertime Americana; hot dogs on the grill, cold beer (or in my case Coca-Cola), sweet apple pie, and Vin Scully on the call from Dodger Stadium.
"Happy Valley" got rocked by a sex scandal this weekend. A former Penn State assistant coach, Jerry Sandusky, was arrested and charged with 40 counts of assaulting eight young boys over a 15-year period.
I am like a lot of fans of baseball in being sick, sick, sick of hearing about steroids and unlike most fans in having played a role myself in helping put the topic of steroids and baseball front and center in the national psyche.
Once upon a time athletes were idolized on a level reserved for presidents, war heroes, and explorers. Today, with the advent of reality TV and gossip-mongering magazines, it seems there's little use for "nice" stories.
If the new standard is that players tainted by steroids are not Hall of Fame worthy, then the voters must bar the man who was most singularly positioned to take a stand against that taint and failed to do so.