His Mark Is Made

My father coached Little League baseball teams for four sons, the oldest and youngest separated by eight years. Think about that. I'd have to go over it in detail, but it adds up to something over ten years spent at teaching kids The Game in action on the field.

He used to growl whenever he saw a big-leaguer make a routine fly-ball catch with one hand. "All over the country," he'd say, "there are kids watching him do that, and they think it's just fine. Then, people like me have to get out there and clean up that mess in practice."

Right now, George Mitchell is making the same point about something far, far more serious, which is the implications of Major League Baseball's blind indulgence of steroid use. Now, Galt knows that I would far rather no government asshole was allowed anywhere near this. That, however, does not mean that the point is invalid. There are kids everywhere taking lessons from Bud Selig's unconscionable neglect of his responsibilities to The Game, and that's how that idiotic sonofabitch should go down in history.