Worst. Apology. Ever.
I'm surprisingly not very upset about the Mitchell report. As it turns out, my formative years as a sports fan were almost entirely spent during the era of performance enhancers (my first fanboy excitement about a baseball card was this one). I should feel a little defrauded, right? The heroes of my youth were shams.
But I'm not angry. I can't even muster up a snarl. As long as Edgar wasn't mentioned in the report (he wasn't -- WOO!), it is pretty meaningless to me. Even though the 2000 and 2001 Mariners lost to the overwhelmingly-doped-up Yankees in the ALCS (I spent $200 to get into the game where Clemens threw a 1 hitter), it feels like water under the bridge at this point.
Until this Andy Pettitte story came out. Now it's starting to get to me, and I think we'll see a dozen or so more of these releases before it's over. The no-apology apology. Here's the quote from Pettitte:
"If what I did was an error in judgment on my part, I apologize," Pettitte said Saturday in a statement released by his agent. "I accept responsibility for those two days."
COULD THAT BE ANY MORE WATERED DOWN? Sheesh. From my read, he's not even sure it was an error in judgement, much less an error. And thanks for accepting responsibility for two freaking days in your life. Way to be a man.
Now that's the kind of thing that can stoke my blogging/internet ranting vitriol. Thanks for waking up my anger, Andy. Now I can begin to properly burn and complain about the 0-5 record the M's had against you and Clemens in those series mentioned above. Juicers (Sigh).