It's nearly February, so of course I'm ready for 2014.
In less than a month we've learned all about fake (and dead) girlfriends; deer antler steroids; how Lance Armstrong lied about lying and that a bat can't coexist peacefully with basketball players.
And that's what I can think of just off the top of my head. Oy.
I love sports. It's a huge part of my life. Once I figured out I wouldn't be able to play them for a living, I wanted to cover it. Yet ... this stuff just drives me crazy.
I'd like to think I'm an old soul, maybe a little old school – but perhaps I'm just a young curmudgeon.
- I have no interest in the private lives of athletes. I don't care, never did. Now, the people in a player's private life make it hard – like when wives/girlfriends/siblings decide to tweet out their issues – but it's still a non-story in my eyes. It is in a lot of my colleagues, too, but in the end we're not the sole judge and jury on that one.
- About performance enhancers. This is a tricky one for me. I used to be a hard-liner – you cheat, you deserve to be exposed, shunned and kicked out of the profession. After all, if I plagiarize or make up facts and quotes, I'd be exposed, shunned and fired.
But, I also realize that sports are entertainment and let's be honest – we were all entertained by the home runs in baseball in the late 90s. People who like cycling (hello?) were entertained by Armstrong. And, we all love the NFL (no, it's not natural for men of that size to run that fast). I said I wouldn't have voted for Barry Bonds and Sammy Sosa on this most recent Hall of Fame ballot, but I'd vote for them the next time around. It's part of the game, unfortunately and deserves to be documented.
Once the PED cat was let out of the bag 30, maybe 40 years ago, it was out. Now, it's a case where ignorance is bliss - as a fan, you just have to hope "your guy" is clean. It's a source of pride (see Frank Thomas and Chicago).
As a reporter, it's black and white. Performance enhan…