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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