Not that I'm complaining, mind you. Nature is overrated.
During the 1998 season, one of the most exciting in baseball history, the top home run hitters in the American League were Ken Griffey (56), Albert Belle (49), Jose Canseco (46), Manny Ramirez (45), Juan Gonzalez (45), Rafael Palmeiro (43), Alex Rodriguez (42) and Mo Vaughn (40) -- all of them hitting more homers than this past year's American League champion.
At least half of the above players have been tied in some way to performance-enhancing drugs. I don't hold great hope for the other half. By last season, on the other hand, baseball had cleaned up its act -- and, accordingly, it was a magnificent bore.
What fans need is a little more muscle, if you get my drift, and a little less of this "moving the runner over" nonsense. As it turns out, golden ages in baseball happen to coincide with lots of homers, the most exquisite and dramatic event in sports.
Now, we're not above turning a blind eye to suspect behavior when it's entertaining and then engaging in over-the-top Puritanism once the high has dissipated. But before the Senate has its next round of useless hearings on the matter -- and before some political opportunist presses charges and before we react perfunctorily -- let's remember what we're talking about here, people:
Home runs. Glorious, stunning, patriotic home runs.