I know I’m getting in way over my head for even attempting to post anything about the Mitchell Report today. Everyone is writing about it, everyone has an opinion, and no one really cares what I think anyway. There are a lot of bloggers who understand it more than I do, and as if much of the general public isn’t already sick to death of watching this long slow 10 year crash and burn story, it’s safe to say there will be enough rubber necking in the coming weeks to effectively numb the rest of us.
First, I want you to know that I could care less how baseball decides to deal with the past. I have my opinions, but when everything is said and done and the last guy cleaning the ballpark turns out the lights and goes home, it really matters to me not one bit if every record in baseball over the past decade is erased or saved. I do care about the future, and as William Shakespeare once wrote, "What is past is prologue."
Steve Phillips, ESPN baseball analyst and general manager of the New York Mets at the time a Mets clubhouse worker has admitted to supplying numerous Major League players with PEDs, said today that he and officials from other clubs knew what was going on (like everybody else in the game), but there was nothing they could do about it. Nothing. I can’t even begin to describe how wrong that rings to me on so many levels.
It appears that even before its release, the Mitchell Report had already failed to do what it set out to accomplish. Instead of encouraging accountability and responsibility we are getting more of the same lame excuses from the same lame apologists who have said for over a decade that this was not their problem. With more to follow, I would guess.
Well, wrong. It was. It still is. Until everyone in baseball owns up to their part in it and until the people involved in baseball prove they care more about the game than they care about themselves then baseball is still broken.
And the sad part is that I, as one who merely watches the game, am starting not to care.