Baseball, steroids and the bonds of brotherhood
1998 was the year of the long ball. The year that Sammy and McGwire battled to break the home run record. I don’t give a shit what they did to do it. I don’t care if they injected HGH, Deca-Durabolin or goddamn horse steroids. They did what they could to make them the best at what they did. I know people who take ADHD drugs to help focus (and the prescriptions aren’t for them), I know people who smoke weed to be more creative and I know people who’d cut their own mother to win. Competitors do whatever it takes to win and Sammy and McGwire did what they did. They weren’t the only ones and now the case is closed.
And now there is a book, a tell all. A whining fucking bitch’s account of how McGwire used steroids. An expose written by his OWN FUCKING BROTHER. This is bigger betrayal than any athlete skirting the rules to win. This is a bigger betrayal than any athlete outright cheating to be the best. You don’t rat out your teammates and you never, EVER rat out your brother.
I feel dirty. I feel wronged. I feel that this Jay McGwire pansy ass piece of shit has taken something sacred and desecrated it. He broke a bond of family, friendship and brotherhood to make a quick buck. Ever seen Band of Brothers? Those guys died for each other. They stepped in front of bullets for each other.
This is inexcusable. My brother would never do this. I could kill a man and my bro wouldn’t rat me out until I made him. No way, no how.
Jay McGwire, I fucking hate you. You have ruined my faith in brotherhood, in camaraderie and in family. I hope you get your ass kicked for this. You disgust me.
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