When I awoke this morning, and read about Sammy Sosa corking his bat, I was disappointed. I was hurt. And I know that's not what Sammy meant to do, he was in a slump. You know the slump, when you go day after day after day without any success at work, or at home, or in the things you love. That feeling is dark-night-of-the-soul kind of stuff. The stuff that Preacher writes about every once in a while. It's somthing I think we all have dealt with in our lives.

However, Sammy seems to have done the wrong thing here. He cheated. He picked up a corked bat, and he went to the plate. Don't tell me he did it by accident, you can feel the ounce and a half difference in weight. Don't tell me why, just apologize, be forthright and we can get it on with our lives.

There will be those who condemn you for the steroids, and now some who do it for the corked bat. You've put a tarnish on your career. But you're still a damn fine player, and a good human being. I loved watching you and Mac punch it out in the summer of 1998. I loved that fall when you guys fought it out to be the home run king. There were several of us in Dr. Katz's PoliSci class that would be waiting on baited breath as we walked into class. "Did you hear? Sammy had another one!" or "Mac's picking up the pace!" That was a time in my life where I loved baseball more than anything else, and I loved you and Mac for making me care again.

So for that much, I will always have you to thank. Be the real deal, admit you were wrong and serve your suspension. Do any less and you'll damage the game further.
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