You probably think I am ecstatic over the news that Melky Cabrera has been caught using PEDs and is now suspended for 50 games.
You're right. I am ecstatic. What could be more wonderful than a too-good-to-be-true player on my least favorite team being exposed for the lazy-ass that he is in the midst of a pennant race also involving my favorite team? Oh, and did I mention that he used to be a member of my runner-up least favorite team?
I am elated.
I am also disgusted.
I've been through this before, so I apologize if I'm repeating myself. It's just that news like this makes me sick.
It doesn't have to do with "cheating" or the "integrity of the game" or money, or anything like that. Or maybe it does a little. But I know that no one can prove that PEDs affect performance the way they're insinuating that it did for Cabrera.
The part that makes me ill is the reaction. The "yup, I KNEW he was doing something. Nobody improves like that without using."
Well, thank you Mr. Expert. How come you're not a member of our U.S. defense department with your perfect powers of all-knowing and all-seeing?
It's the automatic cynicism that erupts after an announcement like this that is so irritating. The cynical analysis of Cabrera's career. The "something was fishy" tone of voice. The excuse to artificially inflate one's sense of self by basking in the glow of someone's career burning in flames.
Yes, Melky is an idiot. Yes, Melky was lazy and fat when he played with the Yankees and Braves. Yes, Melky, according to a wonderful line by Keith Hernandez, is "a 4 on Strat-o-Matic, defensively."
And, yes, Melky will make us think twice -- again -- when some other player enjoys a sudden, surprising upswing in his career.
"Is he a fake?" people will wonder. "Of course, he's a fake," people who get off on being superior will reply.
Cynicism is rampant in our society. And this is the part I don't like.
Being a cynic is a good thing in many ways. It works very well in my job. It prevents you from getting bamboozled. It keeps you informed and knowledgeable.
But rampant cynicism? It makes me sad.
Here is fake Melky wearing a fake photoshopped uniform. Nothing is real about this card. I don't even think Melky has caught the ball or is even leaping. Topps probably photoshopped out a box underneath his feet.
Every time a new set comes out, we have to figure out which cards were photoshopped. Which photos are "real" and which ones are not.
That's what Topps has created in us. A bunch of cynics. Or maybe it's today's cynical world, because back in '73 when Topps was airbrushing uniforms, nobody cared.
But there's been a whole lot of tinkering since 1973.
And tinkering with reality has made us this way.
If you see an obviously well-endowed woman, what are the chances your girlfriend will say "those are fake?"
Could your girlfriend say that in the '70s? Nope. But today, the automatic assumption is the gal has had some work done.
Today you've got people yelling at the movie screen, "that is SO fake. That's graphics. That's not real." A number of years ago, I actually had someone question me when I said my Christmas tree was real because it looked too good to her to be real. (Full disclosure, all of my Christmas trees are now fake).
Fake photos. Fake flowers. Fake food. Fake hair. Fake grass. They may have their purposes, but behind many artificially enhanced objects or people, there is a cynic ready to pounce.
I try very hard to enjoy baseball for what it is, and enjoy the players for what they are. An exceptional game with exceptional talents. I try to avoid fan forums and internet comments and talk radio and morning show babbling and all that honest-to-goodness shit, because it's a breeding ground for cynics and trolls and people who need to inflate their egos because they hate their life.
But every time a Melky Cabrera pops up, I worry that one more fan has become a cynic and they'll never again enjoy a breakout season for what it very well may be -- plain and simply a breakout season, achieved solely and honestly by the breakout player. They'll never appreciate the joy of a moment again.
(And what Ryan Braun did? That spawned cynics like maggots in three-week-old garbage. At least Cabrera confessed).
This is now the point (or maybe people were screaming this at their computer screen about 10 paragraphs ago) when someone will say, "if they did REAL, OUT-OF-SEASON, RANDOM, BLOOD TESTS ON EVERYONE, then we wouldn't have so many doubts!"
Yeah, maybe you're right.
But I don't know if I like that either.
On the same day baseball fell to its lowest low, it rebounded to its highest high. Felix Hernandez pitched a perfect game.
I wonder if there was a cynic out there that thought, "he has to be on PEDs."
Someday, that may be everyone's reaction to any standout performance by anyone. Or maybe someday our automatic reaction to anything that isn't mediocre will be "show us the blood test." It will be the only way we will give ourselves permission to be happy for someone.
Either reaction is ugly.
And I guess that would be our fault.
Or maybe it's their fault.
I don't know.
I just know I won't like anything about it.