This whole Robbie Alomar thing that surfaced this week has me wondering what the heck happened to the baseball I grew up with. I've pretty much accepted the whole steroids thing and that doesn't even bother me anymore, but it seems like even outside of that baseball is turning into something worse than a daytime soap opera. We've got Roger Clemens cheating on his wife with Mindy McCready, A-Rod and Madonna, Ugeth Urbina in a South American prison for attacking people with a machete, and now Robbie Alomar has AIDS?
All of these make me yearn for things to return to a simpler time, when ballplayers had a girlfriend in every visiting city and a bag of cocaine in their glove compartment. At least Darryl Strawberry and Doc Gooden were easy to figure out. Even Bill "The Spaceman" Lee is starting to look like a normal and uncomplicated guy compared to these weird things the players now are doing.