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May 17, 2007
A Matter of Ethics
Cheating
in Baseball (and Life): It's All or
Nothing
From Major
League Baseball Players to Just You and Me -- the
Same Principles of Honor Apply
or At Least
They Should
by Donald Croft Brickner
At this writing, prospective Major League
Baseball Hall-of-Famer Barry Bonds of the San
Francisco Giants, defendably one of the top five
best positions players to ever play baseball, is 10
home runs shy of tying Hank Aaron for the most home
runs ever hit in a career.
One more after that -- also likely to happen
sometime during this summer, in the 2007 MLB
regular season -- and Mister Bonds will claim the
title of all-time Home Run King.
Only his achievement is likely to have an
asterisk applied to the accomplishment, intended to
not only demean Bonds' new record, but to shame its
record-holder:
The accusations against him yet officially
unproven, Bonds will still be the poster boy for
cheap home runs hit during the "Steroids Era"*
(note the asterisk). He's hardly the only player
accused of cheating in this fashion over the last
15 years or so -- home run hitters make the most
money in the game, by the way -- but his peers
aren't on the threshold of claiming the all-time
home run record, the most cherished and
awe-drenched record in pro sports.
Outside of central California, however, hardly
anyone is cheering. In fact, as Bonds closes in on
both tying and breaking the record, most people,
fans and sportswriters (and MLB management) alike,
are cringing.
There are sure to be those who, with or without
formal proof, will want to see Bonds banned from
entry into the Hall of Fame after his career ends,
in fact.
Such naysayers' arguments may well successfully
be taken very seriously, too. There is a lot of
anecdotal and speculative evidence to suggest
Bonds, along with many of the players at this stage
of his career, may have artificially bulked up his
aging body in order to turn fly ball outs to the
warning tracks into home runs.
Had he been cheating, how many of Bonds' homers
might have just been outs without the purported
power body enhancements, one can't help but wonder?
Twenty? Fifty? A hundred?
Forget the blind spots and the hypocrisy: one of
the top five best baseball players in history could
get banned from his sport's Hall of Fame for
cheating
not throughout his entire lengthy
career, mind you, but just over the last third of
it.
Not to be lost in Bonds' situation: maybe he
cheated -- or maybe, as he consistently insists, he
didn't.
Or, at least he didn't cheat "much." Hold that
thought.
* * * * *
One big question is: does the Bonds controversy
reflect our culture's distaste for cheating -- or
rather does it more accurately reflect a distaste
for cheating badly, and flagrantly?
To that end, are there degrees in cheating?
Apparently there are. You'll not see players banned
from the Hall of Fame for using corked bats,
throwing (saliva-enhanced) spit balls, or popping a
career's worth of "greenies" (one of a variety of
"speeds") into their mouths before game time.
Greenies are amphetamines -- which, by the way, are
illegal, too, unless under a physician's
prescription to treat the likes of narcolepsy,
attention deficit disorder or appetite suppression
none of which historically have had a whole
lot to do with annual-multi-million-dollared
athletes who run, throw, (sometimes) catch, sweat
and grunt on baseball diamonds.
Many of you know greenies, or any other form of
amphetamines, are banned this season, with
penalties for testing positive: an initial
violation requires mandatory random testing
thereafter; a second violation, an automatic
25-game suspension; a third violation
well,
it just keeps getting worse for the player.
Ultimately, just two more violations will end his
career. Amphetamines can also seriously debilitate
athletes' bodies -- even arguably more severely
than those of the vastly more sensationally-hyped
steroids, several drug researchers have lately
insisted.
Thing is, a wide-eyed second baseman on speed
tends to be a lot less troubling than a
muscle-bound, sluggishly and ploddingly defensive
outfielder on steroids.
Why that's so isn't fully clear. A lot of major
leaguers have said speed merely helps tired players
to play up to their abilities, while steroids use
helps hitters exceed them. It's not a good
argument. Improving performance is at the core of
both.
Regardless, players adapt. They have always
sought an "edge," and they very possibly always
will -- at least as long as contemporary Western
culture stands pat in its moral allowances. Regular
coffee, along with a thick, sweet liquid called
"Dominican coffee," is now commonly offered in
clubhouses before games to help make up for the
loss of greenies.
But isn't "having an edge" and cheating very
nearly exactly the same thing?
Whoa. We heard some groans out there.
* * * * *
Briefly, too, on this business of artificial
enhancements: there have been admitted alcohol
abusers throughout baseball history who admitted to
playing the game drunk on occasions. Even when
those players later "came out" and admitted their
dependencies, it was perceived by them then a
mostly personal matter, while we, the fans and
sportswriters, continued to look the other way.
Anyway, what the hell: aren't MLB baseball
players, like rock stars, entertainers, first and
foremost? They play what's just a game, after all,
and we pay big bucks to watch them. That's
entertainment.
As an aside: similarly, chewing tobacco was
commonplace in the majors back in the 50s, 60s and
70s, before its life-threatening and physically
deforming effects became well-known. Were those
chaws intended to make the player look cool? -- or
was its chemical makeup intended (by players) to
artificially, if unconsciously, upgrade the
players' physical and emotional condition in an
attempt to better perform?
So it's clear where we're headed here: Steroids
= drugs. Amphetamines = drugs. Alcohol = drug.
Caffeine = drug. Nicotine = drug. All are
mood-altering. All can be addictive. And all can
have deeply serious, physically-debilitating
consequences when abused over the long-haul.
Yes, groaners -- they can.
And all are used by ballplayers, for the most
part, to chemically achieve an edge.
Thus, when a baseball player achieves an edge
through ingesting mood-altering chemicals, then,
that ballplayer is cheating.
This isn't about finger-pointing. It's a simple
matter of applied logic.
What do achieving a competitive edge through
drugs and throwing spit balls/stepping to the plate
with corked bats have in common, we might add?
Forget degrees. In baseball terms, they all
qualify as cheating.
Cheating, cheating, cheating.
* * * * *
One short diversion here, regarding the concept
of achieving home run records:
Hank Aaron, MLB's current all-time home run
champion, played the brunt of his fabulous and
highly-respected career playing for the rarely
competitive Atlanta Braves in the 60s, 70s and 80s
in a tiny stadium that was, for a time, of
an ilk referred to as a "bandbox:" Atlanta's fences
were so short distance-wise (
how short were
they?), the former Strat-O-Matic Baseball Game
Company commonly allowed home runs, under stadium
conditions, with rolls (of two dice) of 2 through
10 (or permutations-wise, 33 chances out of 36) to
be considered home runs.
Strat-O-Matic Baseball (no longer in business,
sadly) considered fence depths a significant factor
-- as might we all. Maybe, as should we all.
How bad was that for the
statistically-determined pitchers' player cards?
The hitters' chances were identical to those for
"rolling a home run" in Denver, back when pitching
for the expansion Colorado Rockies was responsible
for either maiming or ending the careers of
countless talented starting pitchers who, no matter
what they tried, couldn't manage to keep enough
pitched balls inside Coors Field.
Strat-O-Matic's statistically-substantial
stadium (and its complex player) ratings
notwithstanding, Hank Aaron himself was the
best-known member of a trio of players who were the
only three teammates in baseball history (!) to hit
more than 40 home runs in one season for the same
team: the 1973 Atlanta Braves, whose season-ending
76 wins failed to earn them even a .500 record.
(Aaron hit 40, third baseman Darrell Evans hit 41,
and second baseman Dave Johnson, who up to that
time in his career was not even known for power
numbers, hit 43.)
By way of comparison, during (the then-younger)
Barry Bonds' single season home run record of 73
home runs, Strat-O-Matic, in one of its last annual
dice-rolling game production seasons, rated the
Giants' home stadium (whatever its name was back
then) as the most difficult major league ballpark
in which to hit home runs: thus, for Bonds' player
card to get a home run on a roll that brought his
home park into play, one would have to roll a 2
alone -- i.e., only one chance in 36, dice
permutations-wise -- for a home run to be called in
right field
where, being a left-handed
batter, Bonds had hit most of his San Francisco
home runs.
Put much, much more simply: Aaron spent most of
his career batting in a small stadium, fences-wise,
while much of Bonds' career (particularly in this
final third) was spent playing half of his games --
the ones played at home -- in what would easily be
labeled a "pitcher's park."
Yes, yes -- both of the outfield fence
dimensions in Atlanta and San Francisco have been
changed over the years, but it has always been far
easier to hit home runs in Atlanta than in San
Francisco.
Always.
In any case -- to what extent are stadiums
granted deference when it comes to influencing
all-time home run records, as statistics, in
baseball's Hall of Fame?
(Or, say
hitting more lively
tightly-wound baseballs today versus
yesteryear?)
Zero. Nada.
Nunca.
So why do we fans take these records so
ridiculously seriously, in the first place?
* * * * *
The stated comments here are not intended to
defend Bonds as a prospective cheater (allowing
it's proven that he ever really was to any
meaningful extent -- check out the Yankees' Jason
Giambi, one of Bonds' peers, for home
runs-per-at-bats both before and after his admitted
steroids usage, for instance, and you'll discover
they're very similar; ergo, big rippled bodies
don't necessarily translate into bomb-bastic
statistics
even though sometimes they
do).
And, as far as that goes, neither is the intent
here to favor cheating
although if some
cheating is allowed (or more accurately,
consciously ignored), and other cheating isn't,
then what possible message is to be gleaned
other than this:
Cheating is okay. Just don't get
caught.
You don't think our children haven't ingested
this conclusion, and learned it well, in their
formative years? They have. And we all know it.
We all know it.
* * * * *
To what extent does this kind of "denial" serve
a healthy society? All that's been proven is that,
through cheating (whatever a methodology, whatever
the setting), is that the playing field has been
leveled to allow the most ineffective, unqualified,
irresponsible and even most despicable among us to
rise up into positions of key influence(s) in a
culture that's otherwise apparently strangling
itself because of it.
Look: cheating is cheating.
If we actually lived in a random, uncaring
universe, such behavior might actually be loosely
defendable -- crimes of all sorts, truly. Ethics
are a tough call in such a setting. If behavior has
no point or purpose, why not behave badly? But we
don't, and our consciousnesses haven't entered into
this physical setting simply to flail, and rail.
This argument has been pitched in these treatises
many times.
Baseball, which might be viewed as a microcosm
of sorts for our society at large, cheats even when
it doesn't realize it's doing it. Are certain
pitchers, for instance, awarded bigger strike zones
by umpires than others? Are catchers' signs being
stolen by opposing baserunners at virtually every
opportunity? It goes on and on.
If one intends to dump the steroids and
amphetamines (and in this instance, too, punish the
baseball players using them), then dump the spit
balls and the corked bats -- and punish those
players seriously, as well.
Cheating is cheating.
* * * * *
Or, keep them all, and simply acknowledge what
we already know: we are of a culture of determined,
unabashed cheaters
and either we don't care
about that, or we're so scared, cynical or angry
most of the time we've simply lost our moral
compasses.
Probably both emotionally-rooted states are
true.
How bad does this blindness behind our hypocrisy
get? Most baseball fans who read this would laugh
at the relative non-severity of spitters and stolen
catchers' signals as even an issue. That's how
deeply ingrained cheating has become in our
slippery slope culture.
Like casually stating "white lies," we now also
blithely practice "white cheating."
Left unattended, both character defects always
gravitate toward the black. They always do.
We all know that, too.
As it is in baseball, so it is in our
society.
Brickner
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Donald
Croft Brickner has lived in roughly half of the
states in America, working countless jobs in a
variety of occupations. Prior to serving as an
enlisted journalist in the U.S. Navy during the
Vietnam era, he majored in music theory in college
and later received an associate's degree in music
education.
After
his military tour, for which he received an
honorable discharge, he pursued his lifelong
interest in the study of metaphysics/ontology, and
finally received his bachelor's degree in
philosophy from the University of Maine-Orono in
1992.
He
later attended graduate studies at the Earlham
School of Religion in Richmond, Indiana and in the
M.F.A. creative writing program at Chapman
University in Orange, California. He has written an
unproduced 3-act play, "Revelations at Mount
Rushmore," which remains on file at the Laguna
Playhouse in Laguna Beach, California. He is also
more than halfway through completing his first
novel.
Visit
his MySpace page at http://www.myspace.com/donaldcroftbrickner
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