It ain't cheatin' if you don't ... no, wait, it's cheatin'.
If Alex Rodriguez is smart — or rather, if his handlers are smart — he’ll come clean. Fess up. Throw himself at the mercy of the media and the public at-large.
Angry denials could land Barry Bonds* and Roger Clemens* in prison. Sheepish no-comments have driven Mark McGwire* into exile. Playing dumb turned Sammy Sosa* into a national laughingstock.
You say you did it. You say you regret it. You say you’ve been clean ever since.
You might even cry a little.
Folks may or may not believe you — the allegations of Gene Orza and the union reportedly “tipping off” star players of forthcoming drug tests are almost more troubling — but the sooner you face your sins, the sooner people have a chance to forget.
Or you could draw a line in the sand and refuse to cross it. But ask Pete Rose how well that trick worked out for him.
As the list of modern baseball juicers grows each year, isn’t it ironic that Henry Aaron and Roger Maris are the ones who start to look bigger all the time?
