Well, "let us review the catechism":
1. keep your nose clean, FAIL--broke the rules and the law until caught.
2. be a good citizen, FAIL--denied breaking the rules until the last year of his eligibility for the Hall of Fame
3. pay your taxes, BWA!HA!HA!HA!HA!HA!--went to jail for . . . anyone?
4. do all the things you're supposed to do, EPIC FAIL--lied consistency . . . in his "Prison Without Walls."
Thank you for playing! If alive, Don Pardo would tell you about your wonderful consolation prizes:
The chance to sit outside the Hall of Fame and sell your autographs to idiots who think your saturation of the autograph market does not make theirs worthless!
Get to sit with Barry Bonds and Roger Clemens outside of the Hall of Fame . . . and sell your autographs to idiots. . . .
The MLB Home Game!
Rice-a-Roni! "That San Francisco Treat!"
A year's supply of Turtle Wax!
The only tragedy of all of this is we never saw how Bart Giamatti would have handled the steroid era.
I have little sympathy for such. If "I were in Control!" I would flush
the "Hall of Fame" of a number of members--first would be Thomas "Get Those Nig[CENSORED
--Ed.]ers Off My Field!" Yawkey.
So get this! You can cheat. You can break the "one unbreakable rule" regarding gambling that is suppose to help keep the game not
become like European Pansyball. Whether or not anyone wants to believe the "evidences"--thanks!--that he may or may not have managed to influence outcomes he bet on his team. EVERY bookie he dealt with knew he bet on his team.
Guess what they knew every day he did not
bet on his team?
You can stone wall until the evidence buries you. You can deny and deny for years
and try to curry sympathy.
One day you cry into a camera and "all if forgiven" because you lacked
the opportunity to cheat and lie for a few years.
And you get rewarded.
To quote G'Kar:
"You're not sorry about what you did! You're just sorry you got caught!"