Posted: Thursday March 10, 2005 3:09PM; Updated: Thursday March 10, 2005 3:09PM
If baseball isn't going to come clean, then let's allow Congress to apply the necessary soap and water. And if overpaid soft-tossers like Wolf (he made $4.3 million last year and was 5-8, with a 4.28 ERA) want to bloviate about how their "civil liberties are flushed down the toilet in a way," then they should be sentenced to a month on the Canseco book tour. Americans deserve to know about the game's steroid filth and the systemic efforts to cover it up, while baseball celebrated its results. We're not trampling your rights, Wolfie. We're merely trying to make sure no other young people head down the same tragic road as Efrain Marrero. That should be worth a few honest answers, shouldn't it?
EL HOMBRE SEZ: Spare us the tears, Bill Romanowski. Over the course of your career, you were fined for kicking, spearing and head-butting your opponents. You spit on J.J. Stokes. And, now, we're supposed to feel pity for you because you assaulted a former Raiders teammate and ended his career? Save the tears for when the court orders you to pay Marcus Williams six figures (we hope) in damages. ... Glenn Davis, "Mr. Outside," died Wednesday at 80. The former Army great was part of the Cadets' juggernauts from 1944-46, when Red Blaik's charges went 27-0-1 (the tie was with Notre Dame in 1946 at Yankee Stadium) and won or shared three straight national titles. Davis averaged an amazing 8.3 yards per carry for his career, but perhaps his most impressive feat was his 11-month engagement to teenaged Elizabeth Taylor. Talk about an American hero. Rest in Peace, Mr. Outside. ... Next up on Don King's fight card: Wake Forest's Chris Paul vs. Andrew Golota.
AND ANOTHER THING: The carnage from the ridiculous spate of made-for-TV conference tournaments has been gruesome and widespread, as six different regular-season conference have had their months of hard work reduced to rubble by charlatans. All the while, NCAA tournament cheerleaders celebrate the excitement of "Championship Week," conveniently forgetting that less than a week of play shouldn't render two months meaningless. At the same time, ill-equipped tourney hopefuls pad their shaky resumes with triumphs over overmatched opponents. While Oral Roberts, Davidson, Tennessee Tech, Arkansas-Little Rock, Monmouth and Portland State were learning just how meaningless their regular-season championship trophies were, West Virginia's win over Providence was treated as if it were a rout of the '92 Dream Team, and Georgetown's triumph over Seton Hall was heralded as a pasting of the Globetrotters. When a 12-18 Oakland team's ascension is celebrated, something is dead wrong. Not that the NCAA will ever do anything about it. Why mess with imperfection?