Year of Pittsburgh Pirates Rebirth? I’ll Believe It When I See It

The calendar reads early July, which means there’s plenty of season left in baseball. At any giving time now, the emerging Pittsburgh Pirates can stumble, go astray, and, well, drop out of first place in the NL Central, given the team’s prior history to only dominate their division for a few days before it becomes a total loss, in which they were inhibited from clinching an eventual playoff berth that was never plausible.

Friday night, the home crowd stood, and not one fan in the stands was wearing a paper bag over their head and protesting against a hapless franchise. And as much as there is reason to have firm conviction in Pittsburgh, nine games over .500 for the first time since 1992 with the fourth-best record in baseball, there is a sense that they may not last very long in October. As you probably know, when the Pirates were pertinent and inherited a winning season, Barry Bonds and Andy Van Slyke and longtime skipper Jim Leyland anchored Pittsburgh. If you can recall the mediocrity and unflattering criticism, which wasn’t too long ago, then you know fans in the Steel City used to relentlessly attack the Pirates and had turned their heart and soul to the Steelers. It will always be a football territory, but now the Pirates bask in an unvanquished season, finally returning to the very top and giving the fans every reason to boast about their baseball team.

A long time ago, Pittsburgh was so horrific, it was painful to stomach — not even Captain Jack Sparrow could spare the Pirates' lives. Fans felt they were robbed and viewed it as fraud, a marketing sham they thought was run brilliantly by owner Robert Nutting. And nothing was more startling than documents being obtained by the Associated Press that showed Nutting, like a bandit robbing a bank, pocketing a massive amount of money as fans endorsed the franchise. The saddest part of this charade, an inevitable crossroads that demolished the tenor of a once respected major league team and yet was close to falling into debt from a financial disaster, is that the Pirates earned $29.4 million in profits during a span of the 2007 and 2008 seasons.

There will forever be talk of the Pirates’ blockheaded decisions, which they shipped All-Stars Jason Bay, Freddy Sanchez, Nate McLouth and Jack Wilson away in trades, leaving every fan suspicious as no one quite understood their intentions. About 10 players, such as Tom Gorzelanny, Ian Snell, John Grabow, Xavier Nady, Adam LaRoche, Damaso Marte, Nyjer Morgan, Ronny Paulino and Sean Burnett, were arbitration-eligible before leaving Pittsburgh under free agency. The question as to why the Pirates traded slugger Jose Bautista comes back to haunt them, I’m sure, now that he has swung the bats exceptionally well since his arrival to Toronto. Today, I’m sure, the Pirates regret dealing a slugger with a home-run swing to drive in runs. The idea of them cleaning house was a bit fishy and strange when Pittsburgh had considerably possessed star power and almost eased into postseason mode. It was historic. Moves no one had ever seen in professional sports.

In fairness, aware of the mischances and bad decisions that set the franchise back — dismantling one of the hallmark franchises of baseball — it’s morally wrong to accuse a man of fraud when his organization encountered an economic disaster amid a wicked recession. What sure looks like a promising season happened sooner than expected, but winning or salvaging a division title is no guarantee in Pittsburgh. It’s a mentality to have as the Pirates so often blew division leads when fans actually felt it was their year, their moment to seize control and their moment to advance to the postseason, but the masses spoke too fast and Pittsburgh rapidly fell out of the pennant race. That could happen this season, as well, as you never know about the Pirates — you just never know — and yet the Pittsburgh population is building confidence in a team that relapsed a year ago.

The truth is, unless one believes the Pirates are capable of holding on to convince a long-suffering fan base that they are finally unwavering and strong, no one won’t take Pittsburgh seriously, ignoring the likes of Andrew McCutchen, Clint Barmes, A.J. Burnett, James McDonald and Jeff Karstens. It remains to be seen if the Pirates can keep riding the ship in the right direction and continue to be the best story in baseball, but Pittsburgh is know for captivating an audience and then eventually collapsing to miss the postseason. The crowd was behind the Pirates all the way last season, wishing for the very best considering the team’s fiascoes and struggles in the past, but it lasted no time.

It’s similar, to put it simply, to what the Pirates experienced last July, at a moment when winning seemed logical until Pittsburgh stumbled and lost a seven-game lead. So again, the Pirates have a chance to redeem themselves and erase the dreadful memories of a late-season collapse. There’s no reason for the Pirates to fall apart, but knowing them they probably will find a way to blow it and falter in the next few months, even if they have signed elite players and accumulated talent.

Burnett, who was acquired in a trade from New York for two inferior prospects after he struggled for three seasons in the Bronx, arrived from nowhere and has flourished in one of his best seasons since his days spent in Toronto. It’s been an incredible turning point for the right-handed pitcher, improving his mechanics and returning to form, with much more velocity on his fastball.

This is also happening when McDonald, who ranks sixth in the NL with a 2.45 ERA, is a young player emerging into an ace in the Pirates pitching lineup. Sometimes you have to play behind a veteran because of his expertise and flair, for which McDonald can grasp a better sense of the game and find out what it takes to pitch in the majors. And now, he serves an apprenticeship as a strikeout pitcher with his team, who can build a sound pitching rotation around him. There are turning points in the Pirates’ bullpen with the likes of Juan Cruz and Jason Grilli, who has been a lights-out reliever, managing the setup role. And, no less surprisingly, McCutchen is having an MVP type season and had three hits for the Pirates to lift his batting average to a National League-leading .360 in a 6-5 loss to the Giants in San Francisco that snapped Pittsburgh’s four-game winning streak. The play of the 25-year-old McCutchen is flawless, riding a wave of dominant hitting and compiling monster numbers in his breakout campaign.

It’s funny how this is one of the hottest teams in baseball, and how we are so fast to jump onto the bandwagon, failing to realize this is a team that disappears and cannot ever salvage a lead to qualify for the postseason. Then again, maybe this is their year, thanks to the expansion of Major League Baseball’s playoffs with the extra wild card round. This season, unlike last summer, Pittsburgh is hopeful and reigns as the favorite to dominate the NL central. My first instinct — beyond the realm of possibility — is to believe it when I see it.

The Pirates can make it to the postseason with the addition of a few veterans in Erik Bedard and Rod Barajas. It’s hard to buy into the hype, but as of now Pittsburgh is atop the standings in its division, under the direction of manager Clint Hurdle. The fact that he was part of an improbable run the Colorado Rookies had in 2007 is amazing, as the Pirates are on a tear after Hurdle changed the disposition and gave them optimism. The question, as the Pirates have a reputation for faltering late in the season, is can the Pirates keep a commanding lead and surge in September?

They have been here before, with a chance to make it to the playoffs for the first time in 20 years, the last time Pittsburgh finished above .500 and nearly won Game 7 of the 1992 National League Championship Series at Fulton-County Stadium in Atlanta. And through it all, the Pirates led the Braves 2-0, but then went on to lose 3-2 and Atlanta advanced to the World Series and lost to Toronto. I know. I can recall everything that happened on that night. I was a seven-year-old kid and remember watching that game with my late father. And ever since, I was immersed into America’s Pastime, the great game of baseball, just by watching an instant classic between the Pirates and Braves.

These Pirates are back, certainly, but can we truly believe in them? These Pirates are winning, but how long can it last and will it last? These Pirates are good, but just how good?

If they are still in this current state and winning by September, I’ll start believing.

Bonds Did the Crime, Now Do the Time

Had he not been defiant in uncovering the truth to alleviate burdens and mitigate the guilt of crimes that tarnished his reputation, Barry Bonds wouldn't have wasted time in the court of law amidst a reckless trial of ignorance.

It was arrogance that impaired Bonds, deceit ruining his dishonorable milestone for which he unbearably bamboozled America's Pastime by breaking the rules in the middle of the contaminated stretch where plenty of players lived lies and ventured into the Steroid Era deeply. He can amazingly break the law and merely waste a whole lot of time, making a mockery of legislation without having to serve harsh time for a reckless crime. He can be portrayed as a callous narcissism, he can tell a lie in front of federal investigators, he can sabotage the wonderful game by juicing his body without coming clean with honesty, and he can destroy the game's description.

If there ever was a moment when you really believed that Bonds, arguably one of the greatest power hitters ever -- belted a bundle of home runs the distance and into the stands with an artistic knack and purity, it's because you are in denial or just truly feel sorry for the jackass filled with arrogance and egotism. The truth to this drama is that Bonds deserves to be sentenced to jail time, and while he is getting off so freely with impunity, his desire in refusing to acknowledge wrongdoing is unforgetfulness and negligence.

The explanations he has presented are dubious, and even when he was accused of juicing his body with performance-enhancers, he resumed his pillaged baseball career with the San Francisco Giants, the lone baseball town that accepted and expressed much idolatry for a man who had been desperate enough to keep a hidden agenda as a grisly fraud. He was never an angelic hero in neither baseball nor a marquee slugger, but was normally described as a pariah -- a miserable and temperamental criminal with an abundance of doubtful arguments in his defense where he insured his innocence despite when everybody and their mothers knew he was clearly a steroid liar.

These days, furthermore, he is unapologetic and denies the truth. In numerous circumstances, Bonds, the most recognizable black athlete in the nation, contradicted himself and promoted the race card when admittedly he said the media and critics ridiculed him because he was black. In truth, it was never about the commonality of racism, but the reason people were critical of Bonds was because he cheated and juiced his way to the 700 club jealous of Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa for saving baseball by drilling 136 homers combined in 1998.

Even if he broke Hank Aaron's record that allowed him to become the home run king, considering that his incredible record is an asterisk in the beautiful game which is now corroded, he'll never be dignified like Aaron or even be acknowledged as the faithful home run king. The point here, no doubt, is he never employed his natural abilities and respectfully Aaron played long before the Steroid Era came about.

By now, people are genuinely distraught with Bonds and feel he should be punished for his sins when he told a grand jury in 2003 that he never knowingly took steroids and never used human growth hormone or obtained injections by his trainer. Turns out, later as years progressed, he lied. By doing so, he made himself look like a fool and has been treated like one, unwilling to address the issue and confess to his disastrous nonsense. Just so you know, he's not only a cheater.


The all-time home run king, dealing with a mid-life crisis because of his damn stupidity, is overwhelmingly an arrogant douche bag, a womanizer and a tax evader. Ask his ex-mistress, Kimberly Bell. One can argue that Bonds must pay the consequences and stay behind bars for lying to a federal grand jury, that he is a criminal and the focal point of the ugliest issue in baseball. The trial was an insult for lawmakers and particularly a slap in the face to those who are currently serving time for lying under oath or fabricating any subject in front of the federal grand jury.

It's utterly fascinating that he can ride freely without doing time for the crime, especially when Marion Jones denied cheating for years and spent six months incarcerated. Needless to say, Bonds was a steroid user, betrayed baseball and its fans -- but worse -- avoided the possibility of seeing countless months in jail. So welcome to the Juicer Club, Bonds, the ex-wannabe slugger blackballed from the game by all major league ballclubs and evolved into a greater risk and a cancerous hazard for any big league club to take a bold gamble on.

The steroid revelations killed the wondrous highlights of sluggers smashing home runs out of the ballpark, and while Bonds is the current holder with 762 home runs in his career, seven more than Aaron, for the most homers in major league history, he is merely the pseudo accountable for the collateral damage that sent baseball into oblivion.


As for the tainted record, a hostile record-setting feat for a polluted power hitter, Bonds really should be within the 500 mark in homers and characterized fittingly in the company of the fraternal cheaters in baseball. The jury of eight women and four men managed to consummate its judgment on a contradictory verdict and only convicted Bonds of obstruction for lying to federal grand jury, but failed to garner a valid decision on three counts of perjury.

Huh?? Yes, you heard correctly.

We should no longer have trust in the faulty and unreliable court systems, no longer a system that can tell the difference between justice or injustice. The credibility of the most hallowed record in the sport, despite whether or not the landmark is tainted or unlawfully inappropriate to write in the record books, is marred by asterisks and legions of people disdain Bonds as a person and athlete given his troubles and moodiness in the past.

Whatever smudged him in his playing days, whether it was his self-indulgence or apathy, he cost himself a shot of making the Hall linked to steroids use and pitifully lying under oath. If he actually believes that he has a place in Cooperstown, it's mainly because he's naive and delusional, unwilling to accept the truth. Among other things, he truly looks like the biggest idiot, convinced that he's not guilty of deceitfulness. What a fool.

A blind person even knows that Bonds is a dishonest moron. After all this, he could now deliver his confession to clear his disgraced name. You don't have to like him as a person, but credit Alex Rodriguez for coming clean on national television to confess that he used steroids and then resumed in his career as a member of the Yankees. Surely, his credibility is in jeopardy and he is perceived like an enemy from the Yankees Empire. Just a little over a year ago, McGwire tried to confirm that he had broken sins of morality and attempted to reshape his persona with puzzling explanations.

After all that, in the meantime, he saved his job as batting coach for St. Louis. As for Bonds, he doesn't have the audacity to confess or admit to his fallacies and prefers living a lie for the rest of his life, unwilling to put the putrid rebellion to rest. They spent exactly three years and five months in bedlam with an indictment and conviction, suddenly ending a lingering trial that nearly turned uglier and less presentable. It's plausible had Bonds' longtime personal trainer, Greg Anderson, testified to bring down a good comrade that it would have diverged into a complex trial.

The fight he was caught in the middle of, unwilling to rat out his best friend and someone who was like a father-figure, Anderson was courageous and spent months in jail after refusing to testify against his friend. Meanwhile, he could have feared for his life and easily testified when Bonds injected himself with steroids during his regimen and the numbers don't lie.

Bonds hit 73 home runs at age 36, purely?? Come on. Stop it.

It's an absolute shame to believe in preferential treatment for a man who deserves to be hauled away in cuffs.