Perhaps this is why I don’t care about baseball anymore

Based on the incredible quantity of saccharine praise Fox’s ESPN’s broadcast team offered the Texas Rangers’ Josh Hamilton as he belted 28-and-counting “homers” out of Yankee Stadium tonight, I think younger viewers could be forgiven if they concluded that getting hopelessly addicted to drugs and then belatedly discovering functional, adult sobriety was roughly the moral equivalent to winning the Nobel Prize in chemistry.

Based on the incredible quantity of saccharine praise Fox’s ESPN’s broadcast team offered the Texas Rangers’ Josh Hamilton as he belted 28-and-counting “homers” out of Yankee Stadium tonight, I think younger viewers could be forgiven if they concluded that getting hopelessly addicted to drugs and then belatedly discovering functional, adult sobriety was roughly the moral equivalent to winning the Nobel Prize in chemistry.

Instant, jaw-hitting-floor update: I’m paraphrasing here: “Sure, Ted Williams went to war and came back, but he’d already been in the big leagues. Hamilton had to learn big-league pitching from scratch after three years in the gutter with nothing but the occasional drunken trip to the batting cage to maintain his skills! Wotta guy!”