Hey, I remember that issue. It makes me want to fly back to Ontario and root through my half a dozen bins full of SI's from 1992-1998. You know, back when the magazine was GOOD. Anyways, on to the blog. The one that everybody involved in baseball hoped was clean and untainted. Alex Rodriguez. Guilty, by his own admission.
With Rodriguez and his legacy now shrouded with taint, fans put their faith in Card's slugger Albert Pujols and hope to hell that he is clean.
The game of baseball is now devoid of heroes. Which begs the question, who was the last true hero? My money is on Cal Ripken Jr. If it ever came to that he was a doper, I might completely lose my faith in humanity. But, come on. Ripken's numbers got worse as he got older, which doesn't happen much these days in the steroid era of the game.
Despite all the blatant cheaters that this era of baseball will be known for, I still love the game. I know its tainted. But I can't stop being interested in something that I have loved since childhood. I just wish I was around to see the golden, clean era of the game. At least I'll always have Ripken. I hope.