There’s a lotta things about me you don’t know anything about, Dottie. Things you wouldn’t understand. Things you couldn’t understand. Things you shouldn’t understand. You don’t wanna get mixed up with a guy like me. I’m a loner, Dottie. A rebel. So long, Dott:
This will never be over. Ever. And the truth is, baseball couldn’t handle the truth. Neither could the average baseball fan. You don’t want to know how many players were on the juice before those 2003 tests made a dent in things. You don’t. Trust me.
For some reason, and there’s a point to this, radio shows like to call me for my opinion. Well, I know the reason. You see the way I write, right? Imagine me on radio. No delete key. No editor reading over my shoulder. It’s me, unfiltered.
I heard that, one time, Greg Doyel couldn’t make up his mind about something, so he beat the crap out of himself. True story.
Thing about it is that I don’t really disagree with anything he says in the piece. But man, the way he says it . . .