We all knew it. His head was three times the size it was when he first started playing in the 80's. His thighs were the size of tree trunks. But we didn't want to believe it was true. So we believed all the home run records he broke...we believed his swing was just that incredible. Today we got the let down.
Mr. McGwire, you owe me. You owe me for all the newspapers I bought in 98 when you broke Maris' record. You owe me for limited edition coin. For the autographed 8x10 of you and Sammy. You owe me lots of time...time I spent watching your games. For the rookie cards stashed away, an investment wasted.
To watch you on tv now crying and talking about all the pressure of performing. How you were hurt and couldn't play like you should. Give me a break. If you can't play, then retire. I do not feel sorry for you. When you were asked in Congress about steriod use, you dodged the question. I suppose that is better than lying in your eyes. But your whole career is a lie now. It is tarnished. If I had a vote, it would be a "No" vote for the Hall of Fame.
It is a scary day when you realize Jose Canseco might actually be the most honest player in baseball.