Asterisky

So the city that celebrated Mark McGwire’s “accomplishments” is handing out asterisks. How cute.

Because you know if this had happened in the other direction, there would be no asterisks. There would only be glowing columns about how the hands of God, Jesus, Rogers Hornsby, Curt Flood, and Darrell Porter massaged the synapses of the umpire causing him to call the ball foul, while the wishing of the greatest fans in the milky way galaxy washed Adrian Johnson’s eyesight in such a way as to make him see red tint everywhere he looked, bringing their pitcher to the precipice of history because only Cardinal fans have the power to control events … that’s how steeped in baseball tradition they are. All while Tim McCarver played Danny Boy on the violin while weeping all over Joe Buck’s lapel. And this shows us all that St. Louis is the greatest baseball town in the universe.

But Pond Scum gets an asterisk. I see. Thanks for the clarification, St. Louis Post Dispatch. I will hang my head in shame and seek forgiveness from Willie McGee’s bobblehead doll.