I’m actually quite amused to hear the latest about Olympic swimmer Michael Phelps and New York Yankees player Alex Rodriguez. I’m amused because I’m sick of hearing about these people and how popular they are and how wonderful they are from the media and from friends and associate who are obsessed with these two athletes.
First, Phelps was caught in a photograph smoking marijuana, and now A-Rod, or as I always called him, A-Tard, has been caught with steroids in his body in a drug screening from several years ago.
Personally, I think marijuana is is no more a drug than caffeine, aspirin, sugar or tobacco. I would go as far as to suggest that more people have probably developed health problems and/or have died from using caffeine, aspirin, sugar or tobacco than from using marijuana. I don’t think it was right for Kelloggs to cancel the endorsement deal they had with Phelps, and NORML (National Organization for Reform of Marijuana Laws) wants potheads worldwide to boycott the company. That will be a mighty financial blow to Kelloggs, considering how many stoners probably dig their hands into a box of Rice Krispies or Frosted Flakes and shove handfuls of dry cereal into their mouths after getting the munchies.
Some commentators are even going so far in their vilification of Phelps as to suggest that his Olympic medals be taken back because he cheated. This is a ridiculous argument, because unlike steroids, marijuana is not a performance-enhancing drug unless you’re in the entertainment or music business. In fact, I think if Michael Phelps was smoking marijuana when he was competing last year in Beijing, he should receive twice as many gold medals.
I’m glad he got caught, because he really deserved to be taken down a notch or two. His skyrocketing stardom seemed endless for a while there, and I’m so sick of seeing him in commercials and in print advertising.
I’m even happier to see A-Tard come crashing down. I’m a New Yorker, and the local media practically worships the Yankees and of course their golden child A-Tard. New York City is also home to the New York Mets but if you only knew New York by what you read and hear in the media, you’d only think there was one team. What’s more, I have to share the same town with thousands of grown (supposedly) heterosexual men who worship the Yankees and have an unsettling adoration for A-Tard that borders on a same-sex crush. Then there are the women in this town who get all hot and bothered for A-Tard; for them, he’s like the Dominican JFK, Jr. In New York, you see A-Tard in all kinds of TV commercials and print advertising, and his fans are semi-cultish with a very low tolerance for anyone who speaks ill of their messiah.
So yeah, he totally deserves all this negative publicity and public scorning, but because he’s a douche, not because he took steroids.
Like marijuana, I also think steroids should be legal. The only one A-Tard hurt by taking them was himself. He’s shortening his own life by doing so, probably duct tapes his perky man-breasts flat and the ladies won’t be too happy to find out his penis has most likely shrunk to the size of a cashew. There should be a separate baseball hall of fame for athletes on steroids, maybe even a steroids league within Major League Baseball. After all, fans mostly want to see a great performance on the field more than they want to see a drug-free athlete with mediocre stats. But punishing athletes for doing whatever they could to improve their game (aside from sabotaging their competition) sounds dumb, and it translates into a huge waste of our tax dollars to put these players through a trial.
Legalize steroids, create a steroid baseball hall of fame, and the inductees can have their genitals photographed to show all those young kids out there why they should be natural athletes instead of pumped-up hermaphrodites.