So baseball players take steroids.
Who really cares?
Let 'em roid up, let 'em rage out, let 'em play ball.
After all they ain't airplane pilots, brain surgeons or heart docs.
If while flying your plane your pilot appears angry and muscle bound, walks about the aeroplane flexing his biceps and menacing passengers, then intentionally lands the plane roughly with a bad bounce, bounce, bounce then, my friend, find another air line outfit.
Your pilot just might be in the midst of a steroid rage.
Or worse yet be worried about the air traffic controllers being baked. Remember "Airplane" and air traffic controller Steve McCroskey:
Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit drinking.
Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit smoking.
Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue.
Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit amphetamines.
Worry about that.
But if Big Papi is popping steroids who really cares? His job is to bash a ball with a bat not operate on a brain.
Let' em guzzle race horse 'roids, wicked whiskey, cheap beer, high grade cocain...
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