I love steroids. Really, I do, because they can take a once scrawny 185 pounder like Barry Bonds, and turn him into a 43-year-old 230 pound power hitting behemoth, capable of smacking 762 homeruns. Personally, I think that’s awesome.

Sure, steroids are dangerous. They can cause your liver to shut down, turn your testicles into peas, and make you murder your entire family while they’re sleeping. But the truth is that steroids saved baseball.

There are 162 games in a regular baseball season. For a Kansas City Royals fan, I have to imagine it’s like waking up and being punched in the face every day for 30 weeks.

But then someone like Bonds, Sosa, McGuire comes along and for a moment it doesn’t matter what team you root for. What matters is that one man, playing our childhood sport, is able to achieve the impossible. And the truth is, I don’t care how he did it because he did it.

The Grand Jury could have indicted Barry Bonds for perjury over a year ago, but instead Baseball used Barry. They waited until the season was over. They waited until after the homerun record was broken, because Barry Bonds hits homeruns, and homeruns sell tickets, jerseys, and bobble heads.

And for that Barry, I’m Sorry.

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