Gene Wojciechowski is standing outside Derek Jeter’s window, lofting a boom box into the air
By Shorter Wojo:
If Derek Jeter is discovered to have used PEDs, I, too, will pump my fist — into my own broken heart!
Arguably the worst part of drug war moralism (Sporting Division) is that people like Gene Wojciechowski are permitted to earn a living by repeating the idiotic fantasy that certain players bear within them with game’s Purity of Essence. It’s bad enough that such declarations of abiding love for the game actually indicate their opposite, but when this peculiar form of romance is folded into the catechism of the Order of St. Jeter, it’s difficult not to feel embarrassed for the guy. I mean, imagine if the “template for baseball professionalism” included, say, not adding superfluous leaps to routine grounders, or sharing pernicious viruses with supermodels — how could Gene Wojciechowski face his children each morning?