Who Can We Trust In a World Gone Mad?
Just a day after the beefy and barrel-chested Roger Clemens was found innocent on perjury charges stemming from lying to Congress about his PED use, the small forest-dweller known as Freddy Galvis was taken down by The Man for his own performance enhancing drug use.
But unlike the muscle-y fellows who are really double agents that want to destroy America by hitting too many home runs, Freddy Galvis is the All-American ideal: a glove wizard with a .617 OPS during his first Major League season. A season that would not yet have happened had it not been for Chase Utley’s brittle, child-like bones. And yet, here we are, with Galvis taking the seat for 50 games because of a metabolite of Clostebol.
“I have not and never would knowingly use anything illegal to enhance my performance. I have always tried to follow the team’s strength and conditioning methods, listen to the trainers, work out hard and eat right. Unfortunately, the rules are the rules and I will be suspended.”
Which could be the truth, but I have yet to hear a player say: “Heh heh. You caught me I didn’t think you could, but you did. But don’t worry, when I get out of here, I’m gonna shoot up so many steroids that not only will you be unable to catch me, you’ll revere me as a God.”
Galvis will have plenty of time to ruminate on those thoughts and plot his revenge before his return. Which may not happen in the big leagues should Utley have finally mended.