Well, well, well. So it appears “The Mick” has officially joined the ranks of the “if you ain’t cheatin’, you ain’t tryin’.”
I wanted to let the Mickey Mantle bat corking story marinate a little, let the fans (especially the purists) weigh in before offering up, in writing, what I have been saying for a long time:
ENOUGH OF THE SACRED TREATMENT OF BASEBALL’S RECORD BOOK!
Let’s start here: I am a baseball nut…I love the game, respect the game, and tirelessly root for the game. I think the statistics of the game of baseball tell a more complete story of a player’s overall effectiveness than any other professional discourse. But I am so exhausted with the sacred treatment of baseball’s stat line.
Major League Baseball statistics often prove as much a sign of the times as legitimate measurements.
Baseball’s history book (and
I’m pretty sure the 315 foot
Then there’s the issue of
performance enhancing drugs. What are
those exactly? Okay, ‘roids and
HGH…obvious. But what about the dudes who popped uppers back in the
day? The guys who took a cortisone injection just so they could get on
the field that day? What about the dude who burns one in the parking lot
because it helps him relax at the plate? How do we handle drugs that, at
present, are not banned, but later we discover that they are indeed giving guys
an edge and they are subsequently banned? Complicate the mere questions
with the broad brush of association with which the BBWAA has painted an entire
generation of players with its latest Hall of Fame universal omission – dudes like
Craig Biggio and Mike Piazza – not linked to anything, but guilty because their
fellow ballplayers have been pinched. And then there’s the case of guy