I think this story provides the perfect avenue for Pete Rose to get into the MLB Hall of Fame.
The "asterisk" wing.
Move all the Hall of Famers fingered for steroid use, Hall of Fame wannabes (Pete Rose as an example), and anyone else in the future who's player performance meets the criteria except for that "...but!" attached to it, and give them their own wing. With a big asterisk above it.
Give their player bios, etc, just as it does now... with an asterisk. And the asterisk explains why they're in that wing of the Hall of Fame.
And all the busts... they'll have a crack in them.
That way you can note their performances, and the fact that they gambled, cheated, whatever. Because, what the heck, we don't need no standards anymore. Only success counts. It would represent the final victory of moral relativism - heck, it would even be celebratory of it.
Hey, I know it wasn't necessarily illegal/against the rules to use steroids depending on when it occured - but it still means they enhanced themselves artificially, in ways beyond scientific weight training, etc. This is just me talking here, about why so much of sports has become meaningless to me because it has strayed so far from what I was in it for that I simply don't identify with it anymore. And I was a pretty good athlete. The last, flickering aura of sports for sport's sake died for me when we let professional basketball players go to the Olympics.
Hell, let 'em start going cyborg and use enhancing prosthetics. Why not? It's only different in degree from the steroids.
Just sayin'.
That said - if I was a professional baseball player, I'd want a bulldozer, too. H/t for that last to Alan of GenX@40, who pointed out he knows the guy who writes Blackwater's Blog... even though his only connection to Blackwater is that he's paid to... write Blackwater's Blog.
Heh. There's a post on that topic bubbling up somewhere.
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