Am I the only one who’s shocked at the national yawn in response to the news that the Texas Rangers are about to sign Sammy Sosa? Aren’t fans outraged that a team would sign yet another player tainted by ‘roids at a time when baseball itself is racked with shame of the matter? I mean for the love of Babe(!) where’s the outrage?
Oh, my bad. I guess fans really don’t care. Sosa was one of baseball’s beloved figures, with his first-inning sprints towards outfield and his convoluted spiritual ritual that accompanied each home run. He was Senor Ying to Marky Mac’s Yang during the Season that Saved Baseball.
But like his compadre, his non-testimony before congress changed all that. Suddenly Sosa, McGwire, Rafael Palmiero and everyone who was there that day – including the fawning congressfolk – left under a cloud we thought would never go away. Emphasis on thought.
Sosa hasn’t played since that pitiable 2005 season in Baltimore. But apparently the Rangers believe he still has some stick left. Some uncorked sitck.
And maybe you don’t care as much as we think. Or maybe you’re saving it for Barry B.