Monday, December 19, 2011

Of 80's Movies and Baseball.

I was a teenager in the 80's when a lot of great movies were made for teens.   It seemed like every summer John Hughes came out with some new teen-anthem movie.  We had Pretty in Pink, Ferris Bueller's Day Off and the now classic Breakfast Club.  Hughes wasn't the only filmmaker targeting teens; others were inspired by his success and tried their hand at grabbing the vast market that teenagers still represent.  One of my favorites, which wasn't as popular with most people, was Class.  For those of you that weren't there, Class stared Rob Lowe, Andrew McCarthy, and Jacqueline Bisset.

Rob and Andrew were paired up as roommates in an elite prep school - Rob as the wealthy school legacy; Andrew as the middle-class scholarship winner.  Class warfare in Latin Class - the double entendre on the film title.  The main arch of the story saw young Andrew picking up and bedding the unhappily married mother (Jacqueline Bisset) to Rob's character. 

The minor arch - the pressure pushing everyone forward, was a school-wide investigation into cheating.  The school's hired investigator calls in Rob and Andrew and a number of their classmates trying to weed out the suspected SAT cheater.  At one point, the investigator gives Andrew a walk on the investigation.  Telling Andrew, "You had a nearly perfect score on the SATs.  Normally, I'd suspect you right away, but with your grades…"  The irony revealed later of course is that Andrew did in fact cheat on his SATs.  It was a risk he was willing to take to earn that scholarship.

Fast forward 20 years and move the drama to the baseball diamond and change the characters to Mark McGwire and Barry Bonds.  Mark was juiced.  Jose said as much, and it was revealed later by Mark himself.  Barry was willing to risk his natural place in history and the record books to be the Single Season Homerun Leader - a feat he accomplished.  But many suspect he was juiced too.  It's not been proven beyond a doubt, but then this isn't a murder trial.  In fact, it's not a trial at all.

Oh to be sure, Barry was on trial recently; found guilty of lying; sentenced just this past week to two years probation and a few months house arrest.  The final chapter of that story may not be written yet as it's still undetermined if Barry will appeal his conviction or sentencing.  But there's enough circumstantial evidence that Barry was juiced to add another 30 pounds of muscle to his 48 year old body.  Which, by the way, is about the amount of muscle he added after the age of 38.  There's no way that happens in three months.  Not at 38.  Not at 28.  Not  without The Clear and The Cream - the two designer steroids linked to Barry by his trainer.

But the question that is looming now, ten years later: who gets in the Hall of Fame?  Ten years ago, many a sports writer - the keepers of the keys to the Hall - suggested that Barry would get a pass as he was a "Hall of Famer" before the supposed juicing.  Mark, they said, was not.  Barry then is like Andrew McCarthy's character - perfect grades, but cheated on the final.  But isn't cheating still wrong?  Cheating is cheating.  Had Andrew been caught in the movie, he wouldn't have gotten a free pass.  He'd have been kicked out.  Why do many sports writers feel that Barry's cheating is any less a bad thing than Marks, or Jose's or Sammy's?

Why would Barry be willing to risk his legacy, his sure pass to the Hall, for a single season record?  (To be fair, he also holds the career record which he accomplished after he was juiced.)  The same thing that made him want the record: ego.  Massive ego.  It's fueled is whole life.  How he notoriously was never a team player.  How he cheated his non-lawyer, barely English speaking, wife out of a pre-nup.  Barry thinks - and has always thought - that rules and laws are for mere mortals, not the baseball God he thinks he is.  He's a legacy, just like Rob's character was in Class, only Barry's claim was from his baseball father, Bobby Bonds, and his legendary baseball god-father - Willy Mays.

Barry grew up thinking he was better than everyone else partly because of the baseball royalty he hung out with as a kid and partly because he was better than most of the kids he played with.  And when someone else threatened to steal his limelight - someone who wasn't as deserving as the Godly Barry - well, he couldn't let that happen.  He had to juice to take back what was rightfully his: records and fame.

It took the courts eight years and many millions of dollars just to convict Barry of lying.  Unless Barry admits he took steroids, that ship of proof will have long sailed.  But the baseball writers don't need evidence beyond a reasonable doubt, they can see the ship loaded down, the water line high on the hull, and rightly guess that it's full of steroids.  Circumstantial evidence, when there's as much as there is in Barry's case, is more than enough to keep him out of the Hall.  Unless you think the SATs aren't important and cheating on them only a minor offence compared to one's legacy.  Some people have no Class.