Justice

I've been waiting for this day ever since Alex Rodriguez's name came out in February the media as one of the players who tested positive in supposedly anonymous, research-gathering steroid tests in 2003. No more than three minutes after the story broke, every one of my Red Sox-loving friends (which is a majority, living near Boston) had some clever thing to say about "A-Roid" or "A-Fraud." Not only was Red Sox Nation already overzealous about they're run of success over the past five years, but now they had this to gloat about.

Come to think of it, I've been waiting for this ever since the Sox mysteriously had a swelling of offense to win their first World Series in 86 years. Since 2004 I've been waiting for this kind of doubt, this kind of dumbfounded response, from these Boston fans. And now I have it...

Mark July 30, 2009 on your calendar as the first day of Red Sox Nation demise. That day will go down as the day Papi was known to "disrespect" his narrow-sighted fans. How does a guy who knowingly tested positive in the same test that broke about A-Rod in spring training respond by saying he's better than that because he cares about the game, his family, and his fans? How can he still get cheered so feverishly by the Fenway Faithful? How can he get curtain-called for powering a go-ahead home run to center field hours after it was finally confirmed that his power was derived from more than "rice and beans?"

More to come on this topic later...