Pubdate: Sun, 23 Feb 2003 Source: Lexington Herald-Leader (KY) Copyright: 2003 Lexington Herald-Leader Contact: http://www.kentucky.com/mld/heraldleader/ Details: http://www.mapinc.org/media/240 Author: Jeff Miller DEATH MUST TEACH BASEBALL A LESSON MIAMI - A dead body. Maybe that will shake alive the players. A grieving mother. Maybe that will silence the babbling Donald Fehr. A vacant locker. Maybe that will convince the empty Bud Selig. It shouldn't take death, of course, shouldn't take a player going from 23 years old one moment to as old as you can get the next. This is baseball -- just another silly sport -- not war. Lives need not be lost for the sake of the cause. Our national pastime is on drugs, people. Coke, marijuana, speed. Steroids, booze, stimulants. Each is a part of this game, as sure as Cracker Jack. They just don't write songs about it because it's hard to make andro sound folksy or find a word that rhymes with amphetamines. Few of us had heard of Steve Bechler while he was still alive. But in death, his name forever should be branded on baseball's conscience. He wasn't as famous as the NFL's Korey Stringer, but now he's just as dead and his final message is equally significant. This game has to stop pretending its unnaturally swelled players are clean, that they are junkies only to the weight room. Baseball has to look itself in the mirror and realize God didn't intend for a man's biceps to balloon like that. The first step in seeking help is admitting there's a problem, and so far the players, union officials and owners can agree only to admit nothing. Sure, they have adopted a new policy against steroid use, a policy that will be eased in over time, allowing those players who do juice up to begin juicing down. In baseball, they call this collective bargaining. In real life, it's known as collective cheating. The substance associated with Bechler's death is not illegal and can be purchased over the counter. You might have ephedrine in your bathroom or bloodstream right now. But the larger fact is that the NFL and NCAA are among the entities that have outlawed the substance, due in no small part to their athletes dying. The owners attempted to have an ephedrine ban included in negotiations last year but the union refused, citing the players' privacy rights, rights Steve Bechler certainly valued and today takes to his grave. Had the ban been in place, there's no way of knowing if Bechler would have adhered to it or still be alive. The decision to employ artificial assistance is that of the individual, the ultimate responsibility falling to each of us. He was the one, don't forget, who popped the pills. Like all players, Bechler presumably received the 15-page pamphlet that details the dangers of supplements like ephedrine. Baseball says it distributes the information each spring training. At that point, the players are the ones accountable. They are, however, influenced by the pressure to produce and by leadership, leadership that today is exposed to question and ridicule. There is suddenly substantial motivation to give meaning to a senseless death, not that baseball often does the right thing. All this starts with Selig and Fehr. Although Selig no doubt believes he is protecting his precious game, his denials about drug use in the sport only do more damage. Fehr, meanwhile, cares nothing about baseball or its image, only about the players and only then in terms of their finances. He has been a genius at padding their bank accounts but has done little to defend something without a price tag -- their flesh and blood. If there's no dollar sign there, Fehr doesn't seem to recognize the relevance. More than one player this week has offered the absurd "this puts the game in perspective" line. That sentiment is sad but not as sad as the fact the game is so out of perspective in the first place. Steve Bechler didn't have to die but now he has, so let's hope a lesson has been learned. - --- MAP posted-by: Beth