AT LEAST JETER'S NO CHEATER: After my little Jeter outburst, I feel it's only right to address Sammy "Say It Ain't" Sosa. (I know, I'm like the ninety-third person to call him that.)

And yet I have so little to say about it. As a Cubs fan, and as someone who still likes to watch the game of baseball...I'm disappointed. The whole steroid taint still lingers. And now this.

I suppose I'll withhold some grand judgement until the results come back on the seized bats. But for now, I'm feeling sad. I know there are greater tragedies out there in the big, bad world. But something that was special to me now feels a bit different. It's as if I've just realized my favorite teddy bear is really a smelly, threadbare hunk of stuffed fabric.