Juiced Baseball, cont.

Building on Tim's comments on Bonds, here's an interesting read from espenthemagazine, looking at the Mets' clubhouse drug scene. Completely unsurprising in a way, but still disappointing as a fan of the game.

No one spoke openly about shooting up, but it wasn't hard to guess who was on the juice. And no one was pointing fingers. Instead, the same question was often asked on planes, in bars, in card games: Would you take something that gets you a $20 million deal but eventually kills you? The usual answer: Sure, if I could help my family.


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