Thanks for the great work on the blog.

However, it’s also important to note that the use vs. addiction ration of cocaine is pretty much identical to that of alcohol, but no one thinks that I have a problem because I occasionally enjoy a Jameson’s on the rocks, or a few of same. And I don’t want to hear any crap about the example he’s setting, either, because but for our creepy fascination with the chemical composition of strangers’ urine, and our perverse desire – rooted in our culture’s puritan roots – to punish, no one would even know that this happened.

Gosh, really? Even if I’m a Texas Ranger fan, why should I care? Is he habitually coming into work hung over? Are we afraid that the combination of occasional, recreational stimulant use and the taxing slow walk out to the pitcher’s mound in the Texas heat might cause him to keel over? If not, can we leave the poor guy alone? If he were in the habit of drinking himself into a stupor at the bottom of a fifth of Wild Turkey every night, no one would give a flying you-know-what. But do a couple of lines at a party or with his wife, or with some broad he met on the road, and it’s SportsCenter-leading news. Sheesh. Grow up people.