This T-Shirt No Longer Deserves To Be Hanging In My Closet…
In the wake of all of the madness that has surrounded Ryan Braun’s major league baseball suspension due to his positive test results for PED-use, I have tried to remain calm.
My love for the sport extends well beyond any liking I may have for any individual player not named Andre Dawson.
And now, some 48 hours after the announcement of Ryan Braun’s suspension, my blood is starting to boil.
I am not as irked about the PED usage as I am about the press conference that Bruan held in which he tore into the urine sample collecting process and how it was not properly obtained and processed. The urine was not tainted or compromised, but Bruan’s morals were.
This was all a joke. Had he come clean then, my opinion would be different today. But, since he did not – he pointed the finger instead of looking in the mirror – and to me, that is the most harmful part of this. His inability to be accountable for his actions combined with his portrayal of himself as the victim makes me sick.
For the last half-decade, I have been a Ryan Braun fan. I learned about him while he played college baseball in Miami. With great pride, I drafted him in several fantasy baseball leagues. I collected his baseball cards. Hell, I made it a point to go see the Brewers play when they came to play the Marlins on two different occasions just to see #8.
Worst of all, I put his name on my back by wearing his player t-shirt.
But today, I am pulling his shirt from my closet. He does not deserve to be hanging in the same company as Ozzie Smith, Cal Ripken, Roberto Clemente, Dale Murphy, Andre Dawson, and many others.
Now I just have to figure out what to do with this thing…