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Aug. 3rd, 2005 11:01 amI love how I am the only one with no opinion on Rafael Palmeiro, other than to think it's about time that the MLB's precious new policy nailed someone we've actually heard of. I thought they were going to keep going after anonymous Latino kids all year and pretend they were cleaning up baseball.
But - no opinion. I have tried, many times, to have an opinion on steroids. I have tried to have the one I am supposed to have (OMG TEH EBIL!). I have tried to have the one I would expect of myself, namely that you use all your available resources, even if your available resources shrivel your balls, but if you're not supposed to use them and you get caught, then you are a dumbass and deserve what you get for being a dumbass. (I am such a Slytherin sometimes.) But I got nothin'. I keep reminding myself of a scene in an episode of Coupling UK, where Susan has given Steve a book of fabric swatches so he can pick ones he likes for redecorating purposes. So he brings it to the bar to show Patrick and Jeff, and they all agree than men are physically incapable of having an opinion on swatches. I seem to be physically capable of having an opinion on steroids.
Except, weirdly enough, when it comes to Pudge. I can lecture you for five solid minutes on how he totally didn't use steroids, so shut up. (Just ask Amanda. Oops. Sorry, 'Manda.) Why I feel so strongly on a subject I don't care about in this particular context, I have no idea. Protective, I guess. But I do know that if you argue with me about it, I will cry at you.
Anyway. That's my mandatory Rafael Palmeiro entry. I'll probably keep right on ignoring the steroids thing, because I shall continue not to have an opinion.
But - no opinion. I have tried, many times, to have an opinion on steroids. I have tried to have the one I am supposed to have (OMG TEH EBIL!). I have tried to have the one I would expect of myself, namely that you use all your available resources, even if your available resources shrivel your balls, but if you're not supposed to use them and you get caught, then you are a dumbass and deserve what you get for being a dumbass. (I am such a Slytherin sometimes.) But I got nothin'. I keep reminding myself of a scene in an episode of Coupling UK, where Susan has given Steve a book of fabric swatches so he can pick ones he likes for redecorating purposes. So he brings it to the bar to show Patrick and Jeff, and they all agree than men are physically incapable of having an opinion on swatches. I seem to be physically capable of having an opinion on steroids.
Except, weirdly enough, when it comes to Pudge. I can lecture you for five solid minutes on how he totally didn't use steroids, so shut up. (Just ask Amanda. Oops. Sorry, 'Manda.) Why I feel so strongly on a subject I don't care about in this particular context, I have no idea. Protective, I guess. But I do know that if you argue with me about it, I will cry at you.
Anyway. That's my mandatory Rafael Palmeiro entry. I'll probably keep right on ignoring the steroids thing, because I shall continue not to have an opinion.