Nevermind The Buttocks...

Something about the Oakland A's former "Bash Brothers" bending each other over in the locker room and injecting steroids into their asses makes me nostalgic for my own dog days of summer.

Can't you just picture these huge Goliaths strutting around the locker room in nothing but their jock straps suggestively swinging their bats before pairing off in bathroom stalls to give each other an "injection"?

So shooting up illegal drugs in the locker room is somehow OK now, but pretending to moon somebody is a high crime?

In my opinion these guys are not cheaters, they're traitors. They sold out America's Pastime. I'm glad this piece of shit is on the Yankees.