Sammy Sosa


As baseball continues to reveal fraudulent secrets, raiding players on a monthly period, the revelations are compiling more derision. There’s a secret List that continues to release names, busting players who are cons, cheats, and corrupted baseball to stain a beloved sporting league.


The majors are currently the biggest sporting soap opera, dismantling the beauty and artistic class of the game. This has burned out the hearts of fans, neglecting much of their consciousness on subtle nights or afternoons at the ballpark with family, hot dogs, peanuts, cotton candy, and any other rituals that come with, now, a contaminated game.

We live in the Steroid Era, where it has turned baseball inevitably into a toxic wasteland. Many of us have already lost interest and deterred in admiring and rooting for the home team, of course, if they didn’t win it was a shame. And neither baseball nor the players union is winning, so I guess we can call baseball a shamed sport.

Through an entire era of deceptive absurdity, incorporates convenient excuses, and hundreds of lies from players demanding to revise features of getting ensnared for juicing. Just from the number of busted players we admired and claimed as pure hitters or weren’t believed to be an asterisk, tricked us with their unnatural inabilities.

From all over, we were convinced and never doubted that anyone was a tainted suspect of fraud. But allowing ourselves to avoid from rationalizing what has transpired, fans never faced reality and understood that facades would eventually damage baseball’s psyche.

It did.

By now, fans should be weary, upset, and burned out. I myself might decide to boycott the game for some time, since there are misleading concepts. Because there were players who failed to abide by the law and weren’t confident enough to employ natural fortitude, they’ve disappointed us by ruining our avid senses. And now, the apathetic MLB commissioner, Bud Selig, watches everything turn into a siege.

No one in their right frame of mind, persistently wants to hear about a player getting banned or leaked to a report for using performance-enhancing drugs. No one in their right state of mind, wants to continuously hear lingering issues or reports of players they greatly appreciate and relishes proclaimed as a juicer.

Sadly, baseball immerses a lingering mystery, in which the players union and the majors refuse to confide annoying secrets. Currently, what is known, baseball is in a serious steroid crisis, but the public shamelessly are only aware of four top-profile stars.

Classify them as wannabes and impostors who couldn’t perform in the game correctly, needing syringes or pills to elevate fame and potential.

With all the constant steroid fiascoes, circulating and clouding up the league, maybe it answers why union chief Donald Fahr is stepping down, exhausted of a fragile season that centralized a crime scene, ignoring all the legit attributes of the game.

It is a terrible season of devastation and embarrassment that Fahr is choosing to escape, impairing a long legacy that is frail, soiled by leaked names.

Distressed outrage that taunts and points fingers directly at the union is enough to make the boss step down of his commands. It isn’t only stressful, but also insulting and scrutinizing to Fahr, who seems to be liable and blamable, especially when the union has no intention of revealing the list and have access.

But baseball has mishandled the doping ordeal, allowing it abruptly to describe the game as a Drug Dealing League, rather than Major League Baseball.

In other words, sadly, you have DDL, rather than MLB.

Still, the majors have found excuses to keep performance-enhancers silent, sweeping it under the rug. And they are still refusing to unmask the truth as if they’re in denial and embarrassed of disadvantages it has breed. So they want us to believe the list wasn’t supposed to ever exist.

The union was unsuccessful in disposing the list that was never supposed to be announced publicly. That’s a lie. See, the majors are big liars just as the players.

But somehow the feds were able to grab the list from under the union to probe names involved in sick scandals. Assuming the feds are done with their investigations, the New York Times somehow was able to obtain access and now is leaking out names that appear to be on the list. Maybe this will be a suitable time to get it over with. Maybe this will be a good time to quit hiding the truth.

The more the union and the majors hide the fact of the matter, the more humiliation it will present and the more it will weaken the game. Just this year alone, baseball is in limbo, as it is hard to believe what anyone says. With the list publicized, it is a moment for the majors to get steroid havoc off their chest.

After all, there are more important things to focus on like Albert Pujols’ exceptional Triple Crown chase, which is eclipsed by the complex juiced era. Many of us are uncaring about syringes and pills, but are caring of RBIs, OBPs, homers, and wins.

All we are asking is for the lingering list to vanish, and by reporters leaking names month to month, we are long past the dreary and exhausting reports. It’s to the point when reports have rattled our brains and gotten on our last nerves, upsetting us as we can’t focus on the magnifying fragments.

The only alternative for clearing up cynical complexities is to UNVEIL THE LIST, UNMASKED THE TRUTH. Otherwise names will continue to reveal into a public ruckus and it will hover over the game eternally.

None of the names that have being unveiled is a surprise, but are appealing to learn baseball’s criminals. There isn’t much of a secret as names one by one continues to startled us.

From the anonymous list of players in 2003, four top-notched players have being taunted, targeted, disregarded, disliked, and destroyed by fans. David Ortiz and Manny Ramirez surfaced into infamous spotlight on Thursday.

Then in June, Sammy Sosa was announced as a cheater, after he had already used a cork in his bat years ago. And then in February, there was Alex Rodriguez whose name came out before training camp.

Good enough hints to inform major league baseball of a preposterous rift in a sport everyone just wants to move on. It is a list of 104 players, not four players. It is appropriate to inform us of the other 97 players who were lying to us. Of course they’ll refuse to have their names announced, but it is something that has to be done.

Knowingly, none of the guilty players will talk. That is from former to present players whose names may be on the list. But not when it can defame and diminish their livelihood and fans from bracing them, including Hall of Fame legacy. Oh well, the anonymous 97 brought it on themselves and no must face the dangerous aftermath of losing prominence.

But if baseball wishes to move on, just bare the infamous list for your own welfare.

Josh has been writing since January 2009 and founded FootBasket in April 2009. He also owns the websites, Hardcourt Mayhem and Gridiron Mayhem. For a full bio, check out JoshDhani.com. Follow him on Twitter @JoshDhani

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He was suspicious all along, portraying weird facial features of guilt. Though, suspicion minds followed Sammy Sosa as if he was baseball’s villain and the next juice bust of the “Steroid Era.”

As we know, he was baseball’s savor, mending our pastime from deteriorating into nightmarish shadows. The astonishing single-home run chase of Sosa and Mark McGwire enthralled us, hijacking our minds and glimpsed at baseball’s healing process in 1998 after the player strike in 1994.

After many embraced and admired Sosa as an icon as baseball’s sixth-leading home run slugger with over 600 homers recorded, he was busted for juicing. So instead of the 600 club, he’s better joining the juicer’s club.

Now, that he’s guilty of lying and using performance enhancing drugs, it’s a real shame for the game of baseball. Shame on Sosa of denying that he ever used substances to increase performance level, never revealing natural talent when we were convinced it was artistically done.

Once again, we were misled, betrayed and cheated, leery on believing anyone who alleged they are pure. For now, Sosa takes on the name betrayer as everyone will harshly criticize, release anger, and disfavor him on a trip to the Hall of Fame.

After lying to the world, Sosa is the last man whose infamous deeds shouldn’t qualify an appearance to Cooperstown, ruining his creditability caught in a juice scandal after all. We all accused him of infractions, and we were correct. From Chicago to Baltimore to Texas, he tainted and defaced the beautiful and artistic magnitude of a fraudulent sport, exposing shame and corrupt images in a year that has unveiled shameful juice raids.

First, there were revelations of Alex Rodriguez failing a drug test. Then, there was Manny Ramirez, whose infractions reveled through baseball’s drug prevention policy. From there, lies inflamed questions from a mum Ramirez, refusing to address fans of his infamous scandal.

Being deceitful sabotaged the beauty of Mannywood, and infuriated Dodgers owner Frank McCourt. Of late, nothing is positive in the major leagues, and if anything, steroid debacles have diverted indulgence enshrined.

Even though many believe sluggers are pure and consist of national talent, the Steroid Era has disastrously corrupted our game, as some tend to forget. Maybe there are several reasons why it has forgotten or ignores players caught in a steroid controversy.

Perhaps, they don’t condemn of stars using performance enhancer because of the representation their superstar brings. Or maybe denial sets in, giving citizens clarity to condone cheating. Foremost reverencing Sosa or anyone for that matter just means people are soulless of cheating, lies and betrayal. No longer is Sosa accused of suspicion, but reportedly was ratted out as one of the 104 players who tested positive for an unspecified banned substance, according to the New York Times.

He juiced-up an awe-inspiring home-run spree back in the late ’90’s that has caught up with him at the age of 40. He now experiences stress of an ordeal that could forge harsh sanctions. Lying and hiding his usage of performance enhancers aren’t the biggest mortifications taunting or mangling high-profiled soul.

If Sosa denies ever using performance-enhancing drugs in front of Congress, he could be facing a federal perjury charge. Ever since it was detected that he used a cork to trick us like an April fools prank, it has been formidable trusting his natural capabilities.

At Capital Hill, Sosa testified in front of the House Government Reform Committee alongside Jose Conseco and McGwire. Before the committee, he denied ever using drugs to enhance hitting productivity. Come to learn that’s a lie, now enough specifics to validate his imposturous hitting as a tremendous sham, consolidating more shame on the apathetic face of commissioner Bud Selig, who hasn’t reacted to baseball’s self-destruction.

Primary bearings should be trying to save the game that was at one point embraced as America’s pastime, before it translated into America’s Shame with players caught manipulating and defrauding pride.

Why does it happen? Well maybe because of insecurity, or not enough dignity for the game.

Less than two weeks ago, Sosa committed on being inducted into the Hall of Fame, inviting himself as if never using a cork or enhancers to upgrade dexterity with a demeanor that he belongs. But numbers shouldn’t impose qualifications to the Hall of Fame.

Instead, it should honor the well-deserving players who always tested clean, never using performance-enhancing drugs to idealize excellence. With Sosa in denial and cocky of being elected to the Hall of Fame, worsen vote ballots. But above all, when he was confronted, he lied about ever benefiting from substances. Lies and cheating don’t qualify as a worthy Hall of Famer.

More shocking than his disgraceful allegations are the voting ballots of Sosa and McGwire receiving 25 percent of votes from the electorate in the last two years, requiring 75 percent to imprint name in Cooperstown.

Assuming his numbers, Sosa thinks he deserves votes. “I’ll calmly wait for my induction into the Baseball Hall of Fame,” he said. Shortly before, he asked whether or not the media thought he had the numbers to make him Hall of Fame worthy.

Yes, Sosa has the numbers with 609 homers (sixth all-time), 1,667 RBI’s, .534 slugging percentage and the world’s greatest 66 home runs in ’98. Too bad he was pumping his body with juice. Otherwise he might have earned praise and not criticism.

As far as it goes, Sosa isn’t worthy of the Hall of Fame, and the same goes for McGwire. Each lost their creditability for having a share in damaging reputation, not only for themselves, but the game itself.

When they were questioned in a testimony, excuses were hatched and ensuing lies. Can you recall during the testimony, when McGwire said, “I’m not here to discuss the past…I’m here to be positive?”

Can you flashback to when Sosa denied ever taken steroids, and remind yourselves he insisted steroids and human growth hormones were dangerous to store into the body. “To be clear, I have never taken illegal performance-enhancing drugs.”

That was a lie.

The entire world should have known Sosa and McGwire weren’t truthful. Like the rest of them, their mental state of the game was to compete by having substances to assist in boosting their game. Shame on them, as the negativity has come back to hurt souls and despoil legacies. All this time, I should have known Sosa was a surreptitious fraud.

I’m only being honest.

Josh has been writing since January 2009 and founded FootBasket in April 2009. He also owns the websites, Hardcourt Mayhem and Gridiron Mayhem. For a full bio, check out JoshDhani.com. Follow him on Twitter @JoshDhani

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