A-Roid as Folk

For the last week or two Alex Rodriguez and his sterroid use have dominated the sports news. Fellow Blogger and alleged non-sterroid user Curt Schilling calls for the other 103(?) who tested positive back in '03 to be outed, in order to clear non-users of suspicion, and many others seem to agree with him. Now, I'm not here to tell you whether or not the other bustees should be outed. I am here to tell you, since I haven't heard anyone else say it, that airing the names of the positive testees (uhhhh, he said testees, huh-huh) will not clear anybody of suspicion. The players were all warned they could be tested well before it happened, so no doubt many, if not most of them, cycled off soon enough to not get caught. The tests were also random, so not getting tested doesn't exactly prove anything either.

Mainly we've proved that A-Roid isn't one of the sharpest tools in the shed.

The main problem with Curt Schilling is that as a player/blogger, he is expected to give his opinion about all things baseball. I, on the other hand, as a couch potato, haven't written anything since the Super Bowl. I can write, or not write, at my leisure.

It helps that I don't have any readers.

It also helps that I have no fear that anyone will ever suspect me of roiding up. Cheese Danishing up? Perhaps. McGriddling up? Guilty. Roiding up? I've never even roided sideways.

As far as I know, anyway.

I have taken Creatine, and a bit of Andro. Back in 2000, 2001 everybody was. Not just professional athletes. American Rugby players, with no hope of playing a professional sport, rugby or otherwise, were on it. Elite military units? You bet? Doctors...lawyers...accountants...
probably. If they were not, what was holding them back? Their ethics?

Wierd. Willie Nelson is singing

Mama, Don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Let 'em be doctors or lawyers, etc. etc.

Were Cowboys doing 'roids back then? Cowboys, Redskins, Giants...the list goes on and on.

That's the second time today that a recording synched up with what I was thinking. Earlier I was listening to a podcast while deciding what shirt to wear....

(I use Head and Shoulders, so my mind is free to wander--is it me, or do the guys in the radio ads with the wandering minds all seem to be thinking, um, really metro thoughts? Don't the guys at Proctor and Gamble know that the queers are way too upmarket for Head and Shoulders? They're spending their $$ on hair products that I don't even know the names of.

You'd think the average het male would be too freaked out by checking out some dude's package when his mind is wandering for these ads to be appealing. The implication is that het guys have dandruff, but gays don't. Metros? Of course not. Isn't that the point of being metro?

With the way the youth have taken to shaving their body hair, they probably don't think twice about any of this. Do they take sterroids to impress their boyfriends? If the episode of Queer as Folk I watched last week is any indication, some of them do.

Anyway, the chick on the podcast said she wen't to the University of Pennsylvania just as I was trying to decide what shirt to wear. It fact, I was holding up my Penn Shirt as she said it. I wore the Penn shirt.

Lest you think I'm a snob, I bought an Ole Miss shirt about the same time as I bought the Penn shirt. Go Quakers! Go Rebels!

As long as I'm collecting unusual mascots, I should go for Wake Forest. Go Demon Deacons!

I wasn't too impressed with what the sport chicks were saying about A-Roid. In their defense, I listen to sports talk incessantly, so most of what they said I'd already heard multiple spins on. I think they're also handicapped by the fact that men don't like it when women know more about sports than they do. Sorry Gals, life ain't fair.

I pretty much hate A-Rod, as a Yankee, and as a douchebag, but he's getting screwed here. Screwing the rest of the roid-cheats won't make it right, though.