While homeruns rained, excitement rose, we fans grew more enamored with the game. Excitement brough a spike in interest which translated into a spike in revenue for the owners, who in turn paid more outrageous salaries to those players who could hit these mamouth shots. Steroids provided a competitive edge to a competitive endeavor with the promise of not winning one for the team or the fan, but putting a few more dollars in the pockets of the greedy–player and owner alike.

I may condemn a man for using them, but when the boss is winking all the way to the bank and willing to pay he who can deliver such shots–no questions asked, the condemnation cannot rest on player shoulders alone. I say the stench reaks from a deeper crevace than the players’ locker. The stench comes forth from the front office and it springs forth from the commissioners office as well. The owners, and the commissioner himself have profited mightilyfrom this arrangement There is guilt enough for all to share.
College baseball is a sport. The minor leagues is a sport. High school is a sport. In the end I share your disgust and heartbreak. I only cast my net wider for those who are the subject of my disgust.