I wanted to believe what he had achieved was possible without doping. I wanted to believe that, if he could confront and conquer cancer, he could do nearly anything. I wanted to believe he was different.
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.
In this opening season of the Post-Steroid Era, I feel like a betrayed spouse determined to make the relationship work, struggling to balance experience against hope. Are my guys really clean now? If not, can I live with it?