Tell the Truth

"It'd be so tubular if steroids gave me an edge AND fixed the crater-sized indent on my chin."

You've probably heard this one million-zillion times, but...take this to heart.  Seriously, if The Daily Greaser teaches you one thing, outside the fact that Chris and Meert know anything and everything there is to know about sports, let this be it: tell the truth.  

Yes, as simple as that.  

Now you might be wondering, why bring this up on a Sunday afternoon in the middle of April and how in the world could this possibly relate to sports?

Well, I've got the Orioles and Yankees on and just watched a truly remarkable play.  Let me paint the picture for you.

It's the bottom of the first inning from Oriole Park at Camden Yards, Andy Pettitte on the bump for New York...Brian Roberts at the dish for the Orioles.  Roberts hits a Pettitte offering right back to the mound...Pettitte throws to Jason Giambi at first base for the 1-3 putout.

Simple, right?

Wrong.

All three players have something in common.  That's right, each used and abused some form of performance enhancing drugs...but more importantly, each admitted their wrongdoings and continued on with their baseball careers.

Funny how America forgives and forgets, huh?  Americans continually forgive athletes that acknowledge their mistakes.

So I say to all disgraced athletes from Michael Vick to Barry Bonds to Roger Clemens...if you had just told the truth....

Mike: you might not be taking snaps from the man in Cell D that wants to be more than friends.

Barry: you might have received a contract offer from Tampa Bay or Kansas City and the city of San Francisco might not have erased you from memory.

Roger: well, the verdict is still out on you...but if you did lie, I wonder orange jumpsuits have a pinstripe option.

Nonetheless, it's always best to tell the truth.  I'm not saying it cures everything...I mean just look at Andy Pettitte's chin...but if you just come clean, more often than not, you'll be better off.