Showing posts with label steroids. Show all posts
Showing posts with label steroids. Show all posts

Monday, May 17, 2010

Thurman Thomas Dares Me, Blocks Me, Moves Me into Top 5 Stupid Group

In the wake of Brian Cushing testing positive to performance enhancers and tainting his NFL Defensive Rookie of the Year honor, the NFL Players Association (as Florio at PFT put it) issued a "subtle but strong statement" on the Texan's suspension

NFLPA Executive Director De Smith said, "Sport is at its best when fans can witness great achievements under the rules of fair play. Players who break those rules cheat the game, cheat the fans and cheat themselves. The Players want a clean game as well as a clean process for enforcing those rules. We intend to address both in the collective bargaining process to make the system better."

One former player who seemingly doesn't mind a superstar taking shortcuts is Hall of Fame Bills' RB Thurman Thomas. The day after De Smith's statement on Cushing, the pillar of the non-Super Bowl winning Buffalo teams of the 90's and I had the following exchange regarding another busted cheater.



Admittedly, I was goading him a bit, but his initial "say that to his face" comment made me think "Why? Is he going to roid rage on me?"

But really, I think it says something about the blind eye we turn with football players compared to PEDs users in other sports. I was also surprised by the fact that a distinguished league alum wouldn't feel more disdain (at least publicly) for a guy who, as the NFLPA puts it, broke the rules, cheated the game, cheated the fans and cheated himself.

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Saturday, January 23, 2010

McGwire's Dealer Lands Money Quote of the Steroid Era

Curtis Wenzlaff on ESPN's "Outside the Lines":

"Will it help you hit a baseball? Let me put it to you this way. If Paris Hilton was to take that array, she could run over Dick Butkus."




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Thursday, January 14, 2010

Waiting for Godunk: Bigger, Stronger, Faster


I was driving home listening to my Philadelphia sports radio station 610 WIP, as I do religiously everyday, and I heard the reports that Mark McGwire admitted to taking steroids. The first thought that went through my mind was “No Sh*t.” I am an enormous baseball fan and when I see guys put up over seventy home runs I can’t help questioning their workout routines. The entire steroid issue is one that has annoyed me from the start. Coming from a guy who has worked so hard to fight genetics and become strong enough to compete on a professional level, I am truly bothered by it.

Steroids and baseball have been synonymous throughout my playing career, but I am sure that it might be fairly common in my sport as well. I have played against a few guys that I definitely questioned how they became so strong, fast, and athletic so quickly. In a game where athleticism seems to be favored more than intelligence (I’m the latter.), a guy who is suddenly blessed with these traits might stand to make a lot of money.

For me, steroids never really crossed my mind. Mainly because I am seven feet and don’t know if my heart could take it. I would much rather go through life skinny with working genitalia, than be huge and dead. Although, looking back on my career now, I sometimes wonder if I had taken it when I was in the D-League…and not died, could I have made it to the NBA? If I was bigger and stronger than Reggie Evans, could I have made him my bitch as opposed to the other way around? Regardless, I am happy with doing it the old fashioned way.

I would be lying if I said I never had any help bulking up. I have been trying different supplements for a few years, figuring out the right fit. (Don’t worry, I am always reading labels looking for banned substances considering I go to the same Vitamin Shoppe that got JC Romero suspended for fifty games.) My first experience with supplements came in high school. I came home from school and saw my brother drinking a chocolate protein shake. He explained to me how the protein makes you stronger. That and the fact that it looked like a milkshake sold me. Unfortunately back then, my brother was a little possessive about his things, so I was told I could not try it. That night I crept downstairs to taste it for myself.

Now during this time my brother was significantly taller than me. He grew steadily throughout his childhood, while I developed in a more choppy way. We recently watched a home movie of us growing up and had it not been for my brother’s girly prepubescent voice, I would have assumed he was my dad. Anyway, the reason I mention this is because my brother used to hide things from me on top of the cabinets. So when I reached up to grab the protein I ended up knocking over the entire tub. Only when I flipped on the kitchen light did I see the extent of the mess I had just made.

Protein dust was scattered all over the floor and counters. Knowing that this would surely lead to an ass-kicking I began sweeping up the evidence. When I took a sample out for me to taste I noticed over half the container was empty. I decided to do what any other frightened little brother would do. I swept the floor protein back into the canister. With the evidence of my crime cleaned up, I was all set to try my first ever protein shake. It was not what I was expecting. It tasted like what I imagine paper would taste like in its liquid form. I quickly spit it out, dumped the rest and went back to bed not as strong as I had hoped for.

In college I finally decided it was time to put on weight. I’m not sure if it had to do with my weakness on the court, or the bird chest I was showing off to anyone who wandered in the gym during a pick up shirts versus skins game. Regardless I went to GNC to figure out a way to find some of these muscles I heard so much about.

I started off with some creatine. I would have to “load it” into my system with a cramp inducing four daily doses. I wish someone told me that protein builds muscle back then, might have sped up the process. I kept at this routine till I started working out with a former pro basketball player. He told me about a new protein that tasted great and worked well called Muscle Milk. I started taking that as well as some whey protein and the muscles started growing.

The biggest problem I have during the season is weight loss. Most athletes can go through a season and only lose a few pounds. I on the other hand lose drastic amounts of weight. Even when I am eating right I still walk away at the end of the season at least 25 pounds lighter. It wasn’t till I got to New Zealand and met my trainer Gavin, that I found the way to keep weight on. Gavin was a former British military man, who now is a physical therapist, but in my opinion should be a strength coach. I learned so much from him about keeping muscle on. I also participated in my first “300 Workout” with Gavin and Nick Horvath. The 300 Workout is a workout made famous by the men who trained the actors in the movie 300.

I am now hoping to play again in the New Zealand NBL in hopes of reuniting with Gavin and Nick and finding some new insane workout routines. Hopefully between my agent and I calling around New Zealand we can make it happen. It was by far the most beautiful place I have ever had the pleasure of visiting.


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Sunday, August 16, 2009

It's True, It's True: Olympic Hero Kurt Angle Stalks, Harrasses, Uses HGH, Arrested


Pittsburgh Post Gazette:

Mr. Angle, 40, of Moon, was arrested around 7:50 a.m. in the parking lot of a Giant Eagle supermarket in Robinson, where his girlfriend, Trenesh Biggers, had taken refuge, according to a police affidavit. She told police she'd obtained the PFA around 6:20 a.m. after Mr. Angle abused her, and he was stalking her outside a Starbucks shop in Robinson, where she was using a computer to send e-mail.

According to an affidavit: "In addition to the PFA violation, Mr. Angle also was arraigned on charges of harassment, possession of the human growth hormone Hygetropin, and possession of a syringe to use the controlled substance, police said. Mr. Angle told police the drug is prescribed to him legally."

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Tuesday, June 30, 2009

The Curious Case of Jay Mariotti: Blogger Bashing Is Bad Journalism

This debate/story just won't die. And I know, I'm only keeping it on life-support.

Journalists want it both ways. They decry the rise of blogs, criticize the "liberties" taken with truth by bloggers, bemoan the medium's unprofessional nature, and mock its authors while touting their j-school degrees and years cutting their teeth in the newsrooms of no-name papers.

Jay Mariotti, a blogger himself on a big-name platform built into a powerhouse by none other than a blogger, is the latest multi-platform rambler in the vein of the Bissingers and Rosenthals of the world to jump into the blogger vs. journalist war of words, albeit weeks late.

Rather than paraphrase his latest column on the subject, lets take a look at it in its entirty and inject some truths behind his innuendo.

Steroid Guessing Is Bad Journalism
Posted Jun 29, 2009 11:12PM By Jay Mariotti

I am one of the fortunate ones. Twelve months a year, I'm paid to dispense information and opinions on a major Web site read by millions, not to mention a major TV network watched by millions. I don't have to STRRRRRETTTTCCH THE TRUTH or make something up to be noticed as a columnist.

Show of hands by the bloggers out there. Tell the truth. How many exaggerate for the sheer purpose of garnering attention (like, say, a commentator on Around the Horn)? How many of Jay's millions of readers and viewers would lose a wink of sleep if Mariotti were today relieved of his duties at AOL and/or the Four Letter?

But in this changing media sphere, where everybody and his pet tarantula has a blog, many do have to compromise facts and fair play to turn heads and maintain some sort of living. And in the sports end of that sphere, the easiest path is to take liberties with the steroids crisis and randomly drop names of so-called users based on nothing more than unfounded speculation, whim and guesswork.

Rather, it's almost suggested that bloggers take the tact that Jay's counterparts in the industry did between 1998 and 2007: bury your head in the sand. I challenge Mariotti to provide one name "randomly" dropped by bloggers.

For all the fine work done by legitimate journalists who continue to uncover the smut in what inarguably is sport's biggest scandal ever -- T.J. Quinn, Mark Fainaru-Wada and Selena Roberts among them -- the sports writing business is rife with too many reckless idiots who don't hesitate to publish or post a name without the slightest bit of corroboration.


Talk about "name-dropping." Speaking of "reckless idiots," let's look at one of those "legitimate journalists" that Jay praises, Selena Roberts.

Michael David Smith, a highly respected blogger at Mariotti's online home, wrote last year, "Two Years Later, Selena Roberts Still Can't Admit She Was Wrong About Duke Lacross."

Sports columnist Selena Roberts is a gifted writer who usually sounds just the right notes in writing about the way sports intersects with issues like race, class, politics and the law. But she was dead wrong about the Duke lacrosse case. Roberts wrote a terrible column on March 31, 2006 that centered around this 20-word paragraph: "But why is it so hard to gather the facts? Why is any whisper of a detail akin to snitching?"

Roberts' thesis was that the Duke lacrosse players were banding together to protect the rapists in their midst. Of course, as we now know, it wasn't so hard to gather the facts in the Duke lacrosse case -- the facts were right there, out in the open, but a corrupt prosecutor named Mike Nifong (the only person who went to jail for the Duke lacrosse case) was so eager to twist the facts to his own political advantage that he would have sent three innocent men to prison had the attorney general not taken the case out of his hands.

...

But while Roberts got the story wrong in March of 2006, that can be understood -- it was a complex story, one that most members of the media got wrong. What is harder to understand is Roberts' continuing refusal to admit she was wrong, nearly two years after the fact.

Yes, given the staggering bulk of guilty names and relentless flurry of new information, we all wonder to ourselves if every major leaguer who has played since 1995 used steroids. But that doesn't mean anyone has the right, legally or ethically, to start speculating for public consumption just because he has a functioning computer, a miniscule niche in cyberspace or a column in the dying newspaper industry. The methods of dissemination may have changed, but journalistic standards suddenly shouldn't go to hell.

Here lies the main crux of this column and why I feel so angry and perplexed by the whole issue in general. Like Rosenthal and Buzz before him, Mariotti implores bloggers to uphold the journalistic standards he implies they should have. In doing so, Mariotti is alluding to the idea that bloggers are, in fact, journalists and members of the media- these same individuals he taunts as "wreckless idiots" and stretchers of truth.

Let's lay it on the table then. Jay, are you willing to accept and treat members of the new media as your peers, uphold them the same rights, encourage your contacts in leagues, news outlets and with teams to treat them equally and fairly as they would any old-school hack, and only then reserve judgment as to whether or not they meet your industry's self-identified standards?

If you know an athlete who uses steroids, convince us that it's true with corroborated material.

If not, please keep it to yourself.

Again, I ask you to give us an example of a player and or athlete "unfairly" and definitively accused by a blogger.

The irresponsibility began three years ago when blogger Will Leitch wrote on a Web site that he had "80 percent'' faith in a source who said a Kansas City-based strength and conditioning coach was one of the redacted names in the Jason Grimsley report. "Does (the trainer's) name sound familiar?'' Leitch wrote. "If it doesn't, he -- and we assure you, this gives us no pleasure to write this -- has been Albert Pujols' personal trainer since before Pujols was drafted by the Cardinals in the 13th round of the 1999 draft.'' A photo of Pujols was included in the blog item.

Here's the problem: The trainer's name wasn't found anywhere in the report, meaning Leitch smeared the trainer and Pujols in one inaccurate swoop based on an "80 percent'' certainty rate. I think we learn in our 11th-grade journalism class, if not out of the womb, that it's irresponsible to tell a potentially damaging story if you're not entirely certain it's true. Eighty percent may as well be zero percent. The mess was exacerbated by MSNBC's Keith Olbermann, who ran with the story and caused a national feeding frenzy, and not until Pujols threatened legal action did a shamed, humiliated Leitch emerge with a correction titled, "A Deeply Regrettable Wrong,'' apologizing to the trainer in the process.

A reputable Web company would have fired him on the spot. Unfortunately, Leitch worked for a company that enjoyed the attention and allowed him to spew more lies about people. He profited from his fraudulence by writing a book read by a few of his blogging buddies.

Here's the rub. While Leitch is widely praised as the poster boy of the sports blogosphere, he couldn't be a further example of your typical blogger. Rather, Leitch's educational background and career more closely reflect that of yours, Mr. Mariotti. He is YOUR peer, not mine. A former editor at his college paper, he is/was a contributing editor at New York, and a contributor to The New York Times, GQ, Fast Company and Slate, and prior to that book you referenced, had already been twice published.
The fact that he is deemed a blogger because he founded Deadspin is akin to you being deemed a blogger because you opine at FanHouse.

What he did was open the door to the Jerod Morrises of the world. A few weeks ago, Morris speculated on his obscure baseball blog that Raul Ibanez, who is enjoying a career season with the Philadelphia Phillies, might be on steroids. In a post headlined, "The Curious Case of Raul Ibanez: Steroid Speculation Perhaps Unfair, but Great Start in 2009 Raising Eyebrows,'' Morris proceeds to do what he suggests himself is unfair and indicts Ibanez. "Any aging hitter who puts up numbers this much better than his career averages is going to immediately generate suspicion that the numbers aren't natural, that perhaps he is under the influence of some sort of performance enhancer ...,'' he wrote. "Maybe the 37-year-old Ibanez trained differently this offseason with the pressure of joining the Phillies' great lineup and is in the best shape he's ever been in. And maybe that training included ... Well, you know where that one was going, but I'd prefer to leave it as unstated speculation."

Unstated? No, Jerod, you left nothing for conjecture.

June 16, 2009, Jay Mariotti at FanHouse:
At least three times, maybe more, I've asked Sammy Sosa if he ever has used steroids. Each time, he testily answered no, once stating that the only performance-enhancing substance he took was a "Flintstone vitamin." He had this goofy, cartoonish way about him that made you want to believe him, even though deep down, as someone who noticed that his head and upper body were swelled disproportionately to human reality, I knew he was as stone-cold guilty as any of them.

Now, at last, the other syringe seems to have fallen. In a development that will shock no one but the lying, denial-ridden Sosa himself, baseball's sixth-leading home run slugger of all-time reportedly is on the list of 104 players who tested positive for a performance-enhancing drug in 2003. Assuming the New York Times report is correct, it means Sosa becomes the latest in a staggeringly prominent line of fallen, cheating, juiced-up heroes who have turned the game's steroids debacle into pro sports' biggest scandal ever.
Pot, meet Kettle.

...Predictably, another blog -- Hugging Harold Reynolds, if you can believe it -- linked the piece to its Twitter feed, and Morris instantly became the hottest potato in the sports blogosphere.

We re-tweeted it because it was well-written, researched and thought-provoking piece on a topic every average fan chats about with his buddies - be it on a fantasy message board or on a sports bar stool.

Quite impressively, Ibanez, whose only sin might have been playing in Seattle-based obscurity for too long, responded with a robust stance of self-defense that rightfully focused on the lack of proof. All Morris had was two-plus months of Ibanez numbers -- .312 batting average, 22 home runs and 59 RBI until he went on the disabled list for a strained left groin -- that obviously trump his career power averages of 23 homers and 95 RBI.


He responded because he was put on the spot by a beat writer looking to fill a page, a beat reporter who (more than anyone else) is responsible for blowing up the story, and, in turn, making the Ibanez ordeal a national controversy.

"I'll come after people who defame or slander me," Ibanez raged to the Philadelphia Inquirer. "It's pathetic and disgusting. There should be some accountability for people who put that out there. Unfortunately, I understand the environment we're in and the events that have led us to this era of speculation. At the same time, you can't just walk down the street and accuse somebody of being a thief because they didn't have a nice car yesterday and they do today. You can't say that guy is a thief."
When asked if he has used steroids, Ibanez flatly said no. "You can have my urine, my hair, my blood, my stool -- anything you can test," he said. "I'll give you back every dime I've ever made (if a test is positive). I'll put that up against the jobs of anyone who writes this stuff. Make them accountable. There should be more credibility than some 42-year-old blogger typing in his mother's basement. It demeans everything you've done with one stroke of the pen. Nobody is above the testing policy. We've seen that.

Total over-reaction to a piece he in likelihood hadn't even read at the time.
While denouncing unfounded claims (not unlike bloggers categorizing elderly hitters having career years in the steroid era), Ibanez lumps bloggers into one, widely-repeated category of basement-dwelling 40-somethings.

"It's unfair because this should be about how hard work, determination and desire trumps chemicals and shortcuts. That should be the message: desire, character, work ethic. But some guy who doesn't know me -- one idiot -- says something like this. They should be held accountable. It's cowardly.''

While Morris tried (unsuccessfully) to contact his subject, to my knowledge, Ibanez made no effort to directly address his accuser. Rather, he chooses to hide behind the paper and media that "writes this stuff."

Predictably, Morris made a fool of himself during a panel discussion on ESPN's Outside The Lines. Like many bloggers, he came off as someone who hasn't been properly trained to grasp libel law. Of course, the Internet is the Wild, Wild West and doesn't punish abusers for libeling people.

The perception that Morris made a fool of himself solidifies the notion that Mariotti is writing for his counterparts, the league, the players and the teams, and not the fans. While not all feedback on J-Rod's appearance from the blogosphere was positive, the one most pointed at as looking foolish, ill-informed and out-of-touch, was Ken Rosenthal. Has Morris been sued for libel?

Yet. Meanwhile, the real professionals will keep pounding on the amateurs. "Ten years ago there was not a chance that any newspaper or magazine or any other entity would have printed such a thing,'' FOX Sports' Ken Rosenthal said on OTL. "It's wrong. It's irresponsible, it's unfair, and it needs to stop."

Over the last 10 years, the publication at which Rosenthal made his bones, The Baltimore Sun, has cut 60% of its staff; and in 1999, Bonds, Sosa, McGuire, Clemens and Palmerio were heralded as national icons.


"It's not fair to make assumptions like that,'' ESPN's Jackie MacMullan said. "It's a shame anyone is questioning (Ibanez) without proof.''


Fine.


"It is unfortunate that we have an Internet circumstance where people can be inflammatory with everything they say,'' co-host Tony Kornheiser said on ESPN's 'Pardon The Interruption.'


WTF is an "Internet circumstance?"

Because the Internet is a gateway to everyone, bloggers have a place in this new media world. I've seen plenty of good ones who apply the principles that will win them credibility for years. I've also seen plenty of bad ones who have no conscience and don't belong anywhere near a keyboard. And the problem involves more than bloggers. Recently, an ancient columnist named Rick Telander suggested in the Chicago Sun-Times that Cubs shortstop Ryan Theriot's early power burst should send up red flags. "Sorry, Ryan Theriot, you're a suspect,'' he opened his column. "Forget Manny Ramirez and Roger Clemens and Barry Bonds and Jason Giambi and Mark McGwire and all the other hulking, accused performance-enhancing drug users. You, sir, all 5-11, 175 pounds of you, are doing devious things.''


Basically, Telander was no different than blogging boy Jerod Morris -- speculating based on numbers, not facts. And if he was being sarcastic, he picked the wrong topic; this one is way too sensitive. My guess is, Telander was trying too hard to get attention in a death-warmed-over newspaper.


"Boy?"

Yeah, we know. You left the Sun Times on your terms. To "compete" and abandon the dying medium.

And what was Jerry Crowe of the Los Angeles Times thinking when he wrote, "Thanks to Ramirez, Alex Rodriguez, Barry Bonds, Mark McGwire, Sammy Sosa, etc., fans outside St. Louis must wonder, 'Do we celebrate Albert Pujols or suspect him?' ... Pujols has batted four times with the bases loaded this season and three times has hit grand slams ... In his only other at-bat with the bases loaded, the St. Louis Cardinals slugger delivered a two-run single ... Sadly, it makes you wonder.''


Yes, unfortunately it does. And unfortunately people talk about it. So, unfortunately it's news.

Sure, we wonder. Know how many names have been leaked to me through the years? But as writers, we should not release our wonderment for public consumption unless we have full evidence of wrongdoing, as Roberts had when she broke the Rodriguez steroids story in Sports Illustrated. If Pujols and Ibanez were guilty, we'd probably find out in due time. Until then, I'll pause because we have no solid reason to presume guilt beyond the fact several of their colleagues have been guilty.

Yes or no: Did OJ do it? Did MJ molest kids?


These are desperate times in the media. But desperation should not turn us all into National Enquirer sleazes.

If you are implying that Midwest Sports Fans is sleaze, you too are basing that on nothing more that unfounded opinion.

The first thing a professor ever told me was, "Get the story right.'' That's why I was so angry a few years back when I was framed by the Sun-Times. The agent for Scott Skiles, then coach of the Chicago Bulls, had given our basketball beat writer the financial figures for Skiles' new contract. They slightly differed from the numbers run by the rival Tribune, as supplied by Bulls management. Team owner Jerry Reinsdorf, no fan of mine, ridiculously marched his lawyers into the office and demanded a correction in my column -- even though the numbers had been approved by editors and were supplied to me by an editor. (Reinsdorf actually was mad that I had been criticizing him for being a cheapskate and not signing Skiles earlier.) The paper buckled and ran multiple corrections for my column only -- but not for its own news story that published the same numbers -- which should tell you how corrupt the place was.

Woe is you. You were framed. Should have checked your sources. Trust, but verify. Which begs the question: what is "truth" and what makes you the authority on it.

So it bothers me when a writer just drops a name and doesn't face any repercussions. I'm definitely seeing an erosion in the accuracy game. We're down to, oh, about 80 percent now.


Has Jerod not faced repercussions? Has he not faced public scrutiny? Has he not stood up and acted honestly and respectfully? Has he once pointed blame (like, oh, he was framed)? He has stood by, defended, justified, debated and amended what he wrote. He doesn't hide. Nor does he or did he invite this "attention."

So tell us. What are you, Jay Mariotti? Newspaper hater? Blogger? Journalist? Renaissance man?
Be it abandoning the platform which brought you success, or babbling away near-daily on ATH, you come off as one of the very things you accuse bloggers of being - a self-serving, attention seeker.

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Thursday, June 18, 2009

Buzz Bissinger Irresponsibly Speculates While Denouncing Irresponsibility in Spreading Speculation

On today's Deadcast, It’s Family Hour With A Kinder, Gentler Buzz Bissinger, Buzz addressed the Ibanez blowup, which was obviously reminicent of his Leitch showdown.

However, as Dan Levy points out to Drew, his message might be somewhat lost as it appears Buzz hasn't brushed up on his homework on the situation, and inexplicitly calls out MLB Network's All-Star personality (and this site's namesake), Harold Reynolds.

Buzz: "Harold Reynolds picks it up, and puts it up on his website. And then before you know it its all over the place. I think Reynolds was really wrong. I think it was, um you know, really sloppy on his part."

Clip via Awful Announcing:



From John Gonzalez's column in question:

There was a time when a small, regional site like MSF could write something like that and no one would notice. Not anymore. Not long after the Ibanez post went up, Hugging Harold Reynolds - a popular national blog - linked to it on its Twitter feed. And just like that, we were off. Less than an hour later, I had several e-mails in my inbox asking if I read the MSF story and whether I believe Ibanez is chemically enhanced.



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Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Can You Dig It?



As MSMers put out an APB on bloggers trying to make it back to Coney following the Outside the Lines summit on ESPN, SI's Joe Posnanski serves as one of the few mainstream voices of reason as he offers a fair and honest account of the @Jerodmsf/Ibanez/Rosenthal/Gonzalez fallout.

In this week's issue of the magazine, Posnanski pens Without A Clue: In the steroid age, those who cover the game struggle to describe what they see, noting, "The shame of it was that the conversation reignited the tedious mainstream-media-versus-bloggers conflict when, instead, it should have been about how Morris was simply wrestling with the same thing we all wrestle with."

Appropriately, the story hits mailboxes the day people are blowing up over the NYT article indicating that slugger Sammy Sosa tested positive to PED use in 2003.

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Tuesday, June 16, 2009

From The D.C. Bureau: James Loney Is Probably On Steroids

From Special Agent Blue Pulaski, DC Bureau (Blame him if Loney decides to go Ibanez on blogs)


Apparently, Man-Ram really had an effect on one of his teamates. Think of all that tired "Manny being Manny" talk back before he was outed as a hormonal female. This morning, the L.A. Times breaks some news with a profile on Dodgers first baseman James Loney. The Times quotes teammates who describe Loney's personality with suspiciously Manny-esque adjectives such as "dumb," "spacey," and "unaffected."

However, the case against Loney gets really interesting when you read pitcher Randy Wolf's comments about Loney's physical appearance, "Crazy legs and crazy eyes. He's like a baby giraffe."

While they don't come right out and say it, is it possible his teammates are trying to tell us something?

"He's very left-handed," Randy Wolf says. "He's out there."





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Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Ibanez vs. Midwest Sports Fans Controversy: Blame the Philly Inquirer

Yesterday, I received a few random texts, Tweets and emails, as well as a call from my father in law to my wife "Hey, your husband's blog made the papers. Gonzo. What's a Twitter?"

From John Gonzalez's column in yesterday's Philadelphia Inquirer:

Shortly after the sun was up, a site called Midwest Sports Fans (MSF) posted a piece titled "The Curious Case of Raul Ibanez: Steroid Speculation Perhaps Unfair, but Great Start in 2009 Raising Eyebrows."

There was a time when a small, regional site like MSF could write something like that and no one would notice. Not anymore. Not long after the Ibanez post went up, Hugging Harold Reynolds - a popular national blog - linked to it on its Twitter feed. And just like that, we were off. Less than an hour later, I had several e-mails in my inbox asking if I read the MSF story and whether I believe Ibanez is chemically enhanced.
The MSF piece, by all accounts, was not a random finger-pointing post accusing a ballplayer, who by all accounts should be past his prime and is putting up monster power numbers, of using performance enhancers. Rather, the author sought to disprove the speculation by looking at statistical evidence. In summary, though, he noted that "...it would be foolish to dismiss the possibility that “other” performance enhancers could be part of the equation." Adding, "Sorry Raul Ibanez and Major League Baseball, that’s just the era that we are in — testing or no testing. Personally, I am withholding judgment until we see a full seasons’ worth of stats."

After the Gonzalez story, word apparently got back to Ibanez, who fired off some choice words to MSF via Inquirer staff writer Jim Salisbury in today's paper, "I'm clean, angry Ibanez says":

"I'll come after people who defame or slander me. It's pathetic and disgusting. There should be some accountability for people who put that out there." "Unfortunately, I understand the environment we're in and the events that have led us to this era of speculation. At the same time, you can't just walk down the street and accuse somebody of being a thief because they didn't have a nice car yesterday and they do today. You can't say that guy is a thief."

"You can have my urine, my hair, my blood, my stool - anything you can test. I'll give you back every dime I've ever made [if the test is positive]."

"I'll put that up against the jobs of anyone who writes this stuff. Make them accountable. There should be more credibility than some 42-year-old blogger typing in his mother's basement. It demeans everything you've done with one stroke of the pen."

"It's unfair because this story should be about how hard work, determination, and desire trumps chemicals and shortcuts. That should be the message: desire, character, work ethic. But some guy who doesn't know me - one idiot - says something like this. They should be held accountable. It's cowardly."

While Ibanez's speculation is justified, despite the "typing in his mother's basement" comment, his anger is a bit excessive. My guess is that he was presented the question (after "a team official made him aware of the speculation") by a reporter looking to pen a story - thus taking a fairly innocent post, and creating a regional, if not national, controversy out of it.

As such, the reporter is as much to blame - strike that MORE SO - to blame for fueling speculation than is MSF.

Following the Salisbury piece, MSF offered up a response of its own, and in the process opens up a much larger debate - that of the roles of the so-called "mainstream media" and those of, well, the average fan.

Midwest Sports Fans is obviously not part of the mainstream media, but rather is a public forum for grassroots discussion of topics that are of interest to sports fans in general, and topics that are not typically discussed by the MSM. As one of the main contributors of MSF, it is my job to direct the discussion to topics that are interesting and compelling and that are not always simple regurgitations of what readers could find elsewhere. In addition to our regular schedule posts that are aimed at simply providing useful information, I try to open up discussions that I might have with my buddies sitting around the table at BW3s.

That is where blogs and MSM sites differ, in my opinion: blogs are, by their nature, more interactive and more open — and oftentimes more controversial — and are more reflective of the sensibilities of real sports fans; whereas the MSM is usually more geared towards reflecting the sensibilities of reporters and informing sports fans of the facts by which we develop our thoughts and opinions. The best MSM sites have learned how to incorporate the interactive, fan-centric qualities of blogs and vice versa, but clear distinctions still exist.

When you look at the post about Raul Ibanez in particular, what it was was not, I suppose, was “safe”. It is not the type of story you would expect to read in the Philadelphia Inquirer. But much of it was based on facts and was an attempt to research and be objective about a subject, PEDs in baseball, for which emotion and subjectivity so often frame the discussion. And as you will see if you read the comment thread, I am clearly open to opinions that differ from my own, and to arguments that attempt to further debunk the Ibanez steroid speculation (my original aim in the first place).

In March, SI ran a cover story on Albert Pujols proactively denying any PED hanky-panky, to which I noted, "If someone told me today Albert Pujols was a raging roider or at least tinkered with some PEDs provided by a mysterious Dominican cousin, I wouldn't be the least bit surprised."


If someone of Pujols' caliber has the wherewithal to acknowledge that suspicion is part of today's game, suffice to say that while Ibanez too acknowledges this reality, his willingness to attack someone who brings it up is a bit presumptuous. If this is the first he's hearing of people questioning him specifically, he's living on another planet. Sad, but true.

Again, not to say that he shouldn't defend himself, but the fact of the matter is that he is only fueling fire to the story, no thanks to the reporter who put him on the spot. How the actions of MSF are any different (or worse) than that of the MSM is questionable. MSF didn't make this a story. And it's not even about Ibanez. You could have substituted anyone else's name into the MSF piece. The Philly Inquirer made this a story. And Ibanez, who could have very easily shrugged it off and squashed Salisbury's piece, didn't help himself any.


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Friday, May 15, 2009

Howard, Utley, Rollins, Druggie Take Audience with President

Poor JC. Politico takes a shot at the Phillies' suspended reliever as the WFCs finally get to meet POTUS.

Hey, brother, it's all good in the hood.

"I had learned not to care. I blew a few smoke rings, remembering those years. Pot had helped, and booze; maybe a little blow when you could afford it. Not smack, though. ..."

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Are Step-Parents' Genes Inheritable?

A quote jumped out at me in the otherwise tame Clemens interview today. I thought for a moment I misremembered what he said, until I saw the partial transcript at Awful Announcing.

"You know guys, let me just add to it. Common sense…our family has a history of heart conditions. My brother had a heart attack in his late 40’s, my step-dad died of a heart attack. I mean it would be suicidal for me to think about even taking any of these dangerous drugs."

He might as well be his step father's brother's, nephew's, cousin's, former room mate.




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Jeff Pearlman on the Rocket’s Mike & Mike Interview

If you’re a sports fan, by now if you didn’t actually hear it, you’ve heard of Roger Clemens’ well-hyped interview with ESPN’s Mike & Mike this morning. Clemens, who claims he’s been unmuzzled by his new legal team, felt the need to address the allegations in the release of a team of New York Daily News journalists, American Icon.

Having read Jeff Pearlman’s Clemens’ biography, The Rocket That Fell to Earth, my first and second reactions were: “This guy’s so full of it,” followed by “I wonder what Pearlman thinks.”

So I decided to find out.

Read the interview here:

BwB Panelist/Clemens Biographer Jeff Pearlman on the Rocket’s Mike & Mike Interview

Thanks to Jeff for his honest and open insight. For more information on the author/columnist and his work, visit JeffPearlman.com.

He will also be one of our several great panelists at June 13th's Blogs With Balls sports blogs & new media summit in NYC.


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Tuesday, April 28, 2009

USC First Rounders Plagued by Facial Pox

Read into this how you will, but I pointed out on Saturday that USC/Texans linebacker Brian Cushing appeared to have an outbreak of chicken pox at Radio City Music Hall on draft day.

He wasn't the only one. Mark Sanchez also appeared to have some sort of pox-like scars on his handsome face.


While Cushing and fellow Trojan backer Clay Matthews were cleared of previously reported failed steroid tests prior to this weekend, one has to wonder what's in the water in Southern California.

With the pandemic scare haunting Mexico and the States, you'd hope NFL team physicians will thoroughly examine their new stars.


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Monday, April 20, 2009

Giambi on A-Rod, the Yankee Years and the Rocket's Red Balls

Photo: GQ

After an weekend that featured an embarrassing 22-4 loss at the hands of the Cleveland Indians and saw one-time $40 million disappointing pinstriper Carl Pavano pitch 6 innings of 4 hit, 1-run ball before his bullpen gave up a controversial instant replayed homerun to Jorge Posada, another former one-time, high-priced Yank returns to the Bronx tonight.

While few, save Kevin Brown, can match the disappointment that Pavano brought to the Yankees, the December 2001 7-year, $120 million NY signing of Jason Giambi marked the end of the Yankee dynasty lead by workmanlike players such as Paul O'Neil, Bernie Williams and Scott Brosius in favor of exorbitant free agent additions which altered clubhouse chemistry and failed to produce championships while bloating the team's payroll.

That's not to say Giambi failed to produce as a Bomber, as much as to say his career there will be more notably recognized for wearing a slump-busting gold thong and his non-admittance admittance to using performing enhancing drugs, as opposed to furthering the Yankee tradition of excellence.

In a retrospective piece, Oakland's prodigal son spoke with GQ's Nate Penn, author of a 2005 profile on Giambi's steroid revelations, The Cleanup Man, just before the start of this season to talk about, among other things, Torre's book, his Yankee years (including his PED acknowledgment), his return to the A's, A-Rod, and, of course, Roger Clemens' pre-game lubing rituals:

Verducci and Torre also report that a trainer used to apply hot liniment to Roger Clemens’s testicles. Did you ever witness that?
I’ve seen some of it drip onto his balls. He lubes. I’ve never seen a guy wear more hot shit on the planet. The guy’s basically in a jock and a pair of socks and like head to toe in hot shit. That’s no bullshit.

Have you tried it yourself?
No, I would fucking cry. The stuff that he used to put on his body—even his hot tanks were like molten lava. He would get in the hot tank before the games, and it was like a cauldron. One time I put my foot in there, my skin almost fell off my foot, it was so hot.


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Monday, March 16, 2009

Why Should We Believe This Admitted Liar?

If someone told me today Albert Pujols was a raging roider or at least tinkered with some PEDs provided by a mysterious Dominican cousin, I wouldn't be the least bit surprised.

While Joe Posnanski's cover story in the March 16 issue of SI paints the Cards slugger as a God-fearing, baseball-loving family man, he also notes that one of Pujols' most cherished relationships was founded on a bed of lies: "He met his wife, Dee Dee, when he was just 18 years old. She thought he was 21 - they met in a Kansas City dance club that was for people 21 and older."

Those two lines ruined any wholesome picture Posnanski was trying to portray. If Albert Pujols has no qualms casting aside the truth to dabble in the pleasures of the flesh, should we not be wary that he would do the same to advance his beloved livelihood?

Believe what you will. Posnanski's St. Louis propaganda characterizes the truth as he (and Albert) wants you to see it. I, for one, will not be fooled again. A tiger doesn't change its stripes.


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Wednesday, March 11, 2009

The A-Roid Cocktail Part I of II

Living in Boston has its advantages. You know that numbness your ankles get when you go in the ocean? We get to feel that through our whole bodies all winter. We have a subway system with little or no handicapped access. Also, once in a lifetime U2 plays a secret show 8 blocks from my house --in Somerville. Offtopic: When I told my dad I was going to move to Somerville, he rolled his eyes and thought back to the days of Whitey Bulger, sighing, "Somerville? That's where all the bodies are buried." Awesome.

Living in Boston is additionally awesome because we love sports. We even make up holidays to promote the return of a sport. What we Bostonians especially love is deep-seeded loathing of our athletic enemies; we are exceptionally conditioned for hating others (NO ONE DENIES THIS!). Take A-Rod for example (in fact take a 2x4 full of nails to his dome-piece); god we love to rip on that douchebucket.

It's not enough to jeer him at Fenway, or via email, or through his kids at school. No, we also must ensure that if he dares risk a venture to even our finest brahmin establishments, he will be mocked mercilessly. Thank you, fine cocktail purveyors of Bonfire for joining the cause.

Because of you, I am now committed to going to the Plaza for Opening Day this year. Why? Because they will be serving up my new favorite drink I have never tried: the A-ROID.


Here's what it's made of. Besides sweet delicious Yankee-hate

The A-Roid starts with a shot of El Mejor Tequila, served straight up. To give the shot a little something extra; a spicy smoky splash is served on the side in a convenient syringe…minus the needle. Inject the Performance-Enhancing Boost of Spicy Tomato “Juice” right into the shot or use it as a chaser. However you use it, come clean and acknowledge it…don’t deny it.

Enjoy The A-Roid ($11) with any of Bonfire’s new Red Sox inspired menu items. Available on opening day, April 6th, served throughout the Red Sox season.

  • Shot: El Mejor Tequila (Silver, Reposado, Anejo)
  • Performance-Enhancing Boost of Spicy Tomato “Juice”: Bonfire’s House Smoked Tomatoes, Tomato juice, Lemon juice, Tabasco sauce, JalapeƱos

The only thing they left out is the part where your cousin has to serve it to you.

Coming Soon - Part II - a review of the cocktail and my unyielding Opening Day Hangover


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Thursday, February 26, 2009

A-Rod Cousin Definitely Not On Steroids Anymore

Bigs ups to the Daily News for providing a solid photo of A-Rod's steroid-toting cousin Yuri Sucart. Sucart, who allegedly obtained steroids for A-Rod between 2001-2003, showed up in Tampa at Yankees Spring Training leaving nothing to the imagination on his current physique.


Sucart, sporting one of those dry-fit Nike tops, happily displays his supple man breasts and rotund midsection proving he is no longer likely on the "boli."

To add insult to injury, he was told today by the Yankees to stay away from team facilities and hotels.


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Tuesday, February 24, 2009

It Wasn't About the Ball*


Last July, designer Marc Ecko handed over to Cooperstown Barry Bonds' record-breaking 756 ball after he had purchased it for $752,467 at auction in September 2007, and not before branding it with an asterisk per the call of the public.

When Ecko decided to leave the fate of the ball to an Internet vote, some people called it stupidity, some called it blasphemy, others cheered him on. What no one cared to realize in their polarized preaching on Ecko's actions was that it had nothing to do with the object. Or Bonds. Or even baseball.

Ecko, a master of guerrilla marketing which he honed in the leaner, earlier years of his company, parlayed that $750k into making him, and subsequently his company, the topic of national discussion. You played right into his hands.

Gracing the cover of Inc. Magazine's March 2009 issue, the accompanying piece on Ecko highlighted the designer's unorthodox approach to branding his company.

The Bonds ball shenanigans were no different.

Inc.: ...Dominating the blogosphere and landing on newspaper front pages everywhere, the campaign garnered millions of dollars' worth of publicity and reinforced the edgy, youthful image of the brand.

Ecko: "The common thread between that and Air Force One is they are both ridiculous ideas, so people would say, "Why would you do that?" I was prepared to pay whatever it cost. I thought it would go for more. The Bonds ball was such a loaded object. It was so rich in content. Baseball is the national game. Yet there is the hypocrisy in the baseball culture that helped build it to this level. And we needed to to put a face on the mistakes, with Bonds and Mark McGuire and Jose Canseco. It was being debated on the Internet. I thought, Take this hard news and make it go American Idol. It was a social experiment. It was a little P.T. Barnum. You had that moment to bid on it. How could you not engage?

It was also a little of a liability. Some people were put off by it. But what does your brand stand for? Economically and culturally, we've been on steroids. Everything has a performance-enhancing substance built into the matrix. This wasn't about Barry as much as it was about the system. It's also getting people to see the way I think. From a marketing point of view, it's something I need to do more of."


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Thursday, February 19, 2009

Dr. Yuri Effed Up

There was an interesting quote in A-Rod's presser that hasn't gotten enough attention.

"We went outside team doctors, team trainers. It was two guys doing a very amateur and immature thing. We probably didn't even take it right."

First, let me say this...If you are going to take these drugs, for pete's sake take them correctly.

Second, I think the fact that journalists didn't follow-up on this comment solidifies the role of investigative bloggers like HHR have in bringing the public answers to burning questions.

Here's what we dug up (via our cousin whose identity we intend to protect)...

Dr. Cousin Yuri, when procuring the drugs, did A-Rod no favors when he accidentally put this label on it:


Cousin A-Rod, being "young and stupid" and not knowing any better, put the shit in his ear.

Case closed.


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