Chris Davis and Old Man Mason

[DOUGHBOYS]

Chris Davis hit his ninth homer of June last night. Nothing startling about that.
What IS impressive is that Davis has hit at least nine homers in April and May as well. No hitter has hit nine homers, three months in a row since Raffy Palmeiro.
Yes, the same Palmeiro who took money to say that Viagara helped him in the bedroom.
The same Palmeiro who figured, 'Hey, if a pill could help me this much in the bedroom, maybe I should be taking something to increase my baseball libido'.
The same Palmeiro who emphatically denied taking anything to help his power. Worse, he lied to politicians that are pro's at lying. They snickered under their breath in thinking that you never emphatically lie in public, and if that is needed, you must use your words correctly like, "I never had sex with that woman!'
Yes, the same Raffy who was stupid enough to have a positive test after finger wagging those politicians.

We don't know if Chris Davis takes any kind of performance enhancing drug. Really, we don't know about any player.
Well, ok, we know that Murenori Kawasaki does not take PED's. I refuse to believe that a kid that skinny, coming from Japan, who stretches all day and goes through life as a big leaguer with a shit-eating grin would take the time to partake in PED's.

As fantasy owners, we don't care if Chris Davis is taking PED's. If he is, we wish the same for him as for ourselves when we were kids. As kids we did stupid shit. Every kid does. We would wait till Midnight, slowly climb out of our beds, already dressed in our dark clothes and sneak out the backdoor. Once outside, we sling our trash sack with our ammunition over our shoulder. Our heart starts beating faster as we reach our destination.
Old Man Mason's house.
Old Man Mason has a collection of baseball's. We know this, because they're ours. Every time we hit a ball in Old Man Mason's yard, he'd keep it. Probably never played baseball in his life.
And tonight, Old Man Mason and his baseball collection, and his pristine yard, and his award winning rose bushes, is going to pay for keeping our baseballs.
We open our trash sack and thank the Lord that we're blessed with a good arm. Toilet paper, we find, is fun to throw, and almost as much fun to watch. By the time we're done, his tree looked like a wounded soldier with bandages hanging everywhere. His rose bush, once a blushing pink, now, a cocoon. His house draped as if it were winter and icicles were hanging everywhere.

If Chris Davis is taking PED's and does not get caught on our watch, we are the kid that comes by Old Man Mason's house the next morning just to see his reaction.
If Chris Davis does get caught while we own him, we are that same kid, who sees police walking up our doorstep, unknowing that Old Man Mason was bastard enough to have video surveillance of his yard.

In a way, we are like the players. Sure, they're the one's who make the decision to take something in a syringe to alter their hitting habits, but if we own them, we want them to avoid getting caught as much as ourselves at Old Man Mason's.

[Captain Hook]

ROFL - great stuff Dan

[Navel Lint]

A short Commentary posted today by Rick Reilly about Chris Davis and PED's

http://espn.go.com/espn/story/_/id/9444 ... ape-rumors