I Have a Steroid Problem
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I Have a Steroid Problem!
I admit it! I'm coming clean in public for the first time in my life in hopes that everyone will eventually forgive me and come to understand the issues behind my problem.
It all started in the nineties. I was a lonely, depressed teenager. My first love had left me and for a time and I wondered if maybe she was gone forever. At the very least, she would never be as desirable, always a bit less attractive after what she pulled on me that summer. She was the baseball strike of 1994.
I was done. I was mad. I had resolved that the game I loved would never be the same, and I was going to teach it a lesson by staying home and forgetting all about it. Before the strike I went to 20-30 Ranger games a year. I took pride in ignoring the game for a while. Nevermind that I was super distracted by a young hot blonde I would eventually marry as well as myriad other endeavors that capture the mind of a 20-something. I had retired as a baseball fan as well as a card collector.
But wait! Evidently, someone in South America started winding balls tighter and the game was making a comeback. What? While I was blissfully ignoring the game, Brady Anderson hit 50 homers? Okay, okay I'll start watching a few highlights on SportsCenter again. Then, in 1998 we all watched 500 foot homers every night while McGwire and Sosa chased the record. All was well again! My girl was back! I didn't care how, I just knew she looked great again and I jumped all over her!
Turns out, my girl had a little work done. It took me a while to find out. At first I was disappointed. I felt deceived. Were all those great times I had with her real? Of course they were! After taking advantage of her for a decade, it would not be gentlemanly for me to turn my back and start bad-mouthing her now. So, I embrace her. I collect pictures of her and recall fondly the good times we had. The experience wasn't perfect, but it's the one I had. That's where the synapses in my brain were burned in.
Yes, I collect the steroid-era guys. I love my 1987 Classic Green Back Barry Bonds PSA 10 and my 1984 Fleer Update Clemens PSA 10. I look at my 1985 Topps McGwire PSA 10 with the same lust I did as a 13 year old kid. Sometimes I feel a little guilty about it, but I'm coming clean. Please don't judge me and try to understand that this is an obsession I don't think I can overcome. Without this "injection" into the game, I wonder if I would have ever come back. Thank you steroids.
jbox
I admit it! I'm coming clean in public for the first time in my life in hopes that everyone will eventually forgive me and come to understand the issues behind my problem.
It all started in the nineties. I was a lonely, depressed teenager. My first love had left me and for a time and I wondered if maybe she was gone forever. At the very least, she would never be as desirable, always a bit less attractive after what she pulled on me that summer. She was the baseball strike of 1994.
I was done. I was mad. I had resolved that the game I loved would never be the same, and I was going to teach it a lesson by staying home and forgetting all about it. Before the strike I went to 20-30 Ranger games a year. I took pride in ignoring the game for a while. Nevermind that I was super distracted by a young hot blonde I would eventually marry as well as myriad other endeavors that capture the mind of a 20-something. I had retired as a baseball fan as well as a card collector.
But wait! Evidently, someone in South America started winding balls tighter and the game was making a comeback. What? While I was blissfully ignoring the game, Brady Anderson hit 50 homers? Okay, okay I'll start watching a few highlights on SportsCenter again. Then, in 1998 we all watched 500 foot homers every night while McGwire and Sosa chased the record. All was well again! My girl was back! I didn't care how, I just knew she looked great again and I jumped all over her!
Turns out, my girl had a little work done. It took me a while to find out. At first I was disappointed. I felt deceived. Were all those great times I had with her real? Of course they were! After taking advantage of her for a decade, it would not be gentlemanly for me to turn my back and start bad-mouthing her now. So, I embrace her. I collect pictures of her and recall fondly the good times we had. The experience wasn't perfect, but it's the one I had. That's where the synapses in my brain were burned in.
Yes, I collect the steroid-era guys. I love my 1987 Classic Green Back Barry Bonds PSA 10 and my 1984 Fleer Update Clemens PSA 10. I look at my 1985 Topps McGwire PSA 10 with the same lust I did as a 13 year old kid. Sometimes I feel a little guilty about it, but I'm coming clean. Please don't judge me and try to understand that this is an obsession I don't think I can overcome. Without this "injection" into the game, I wonder if I would have ever come back. Thank you steroids.
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My opinion is; $crew these guys (Selig as well) I won't be bidding up the prices on any of them.
Forgiveness is a wonderful thing.
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It shouldn't be during (fantasy) football season
if you want squeaky clean profiles, collect Taylor Swift cards.
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Crap, I guess I have two problems...thanks for nothing.
jbox
i feel the same way
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