Ugh, I'm bummed. Last night my Carolina Hurricanes won game 3 of the series with Boston, and my LA Dodgers set the modern-day record with a 13-0 record at home to start the season.
And today I found out Manny is gone for 50 games.
F-I-F-T-Y.
Five-Zero.

And he isn't even going to appeal, which says a lot.
He was tested and found to have elevated levels of testosterone, which led via paper trail back to a medicine called hCG, which is essentially a fertility drug. Thing is, it is also often used to reactivate the male testosterone-producers after a round of HGH (an illegal steroid that tests can't detect).
Maybe he really needed it for he and his wife, and we're all jumping to the wrong conclusion.
Truth is, with Barroid still out there and no one able to indict him and his huge San Francisco melonhead, I don't think it much matters. My team is still going to go a loooooong time without Manny, and I'm now disappointed in a guy I really liked to cheer for. Maybe I'll be a hypocrite when he comes back and still hate Barry but love my guy again. I dunno. But I'm still bummed for the moment.

What does this have to do with writing, you ask? Hell, not much.
Except that somewhere Jeff Shelby, SD madres fan extraordinaire, is bound to be smiling.
Dammit.