When fans packed the stadiums to see Betancourt chase immortality in pursuit of the Holds record, no one said anything. When we all followed his FIP and PRC ratings, we all just shrugged our shoulders. When he led the Tribe bullpen in WPA, all we could talk about with Triv the next day was how exciting things were at the Jake. When his WXRL totals climbed ever higher, we all just accepted that it was natural and a testament to his "training regime".

Blood is on OUR hands. The blood of our dead National Innocence. Three weeks late the coroner told us something else, this was a double murder: she was pregnant with Sanctity of The Game and Father-Son Bonding over Clear-Headed Belief in Purity of Baseball.

Still, as the truth comes out, and more and more pitchers ROID HEAD SLUGGERS get busted, it is painfully clear that steroids caused at least 50% of all home runs hit since 1987.

Thank God Congress is addressing this issue. Thank God MLB spent $40 million on the Mitchell Report. Sure, our National Innocence is dead. But as I stand atop her cenotaph, I've never felt stronger in my moral convictions.

Sources close to Royals Review have obtained records which indicate Betancourt wears an invisible brace which can supply him directly with steroids during the game.

Still, as you would surely note if you lived in the eighteenth century, once your innocence is destroyed, there's no going back because you are already ruined forever. Thanks to the continued presence of National Innocence Destroyer Betancourt and the vile Paul Byrd, Cleveland now becomes the nexus of all evil.

Basically, all Northeast Ohio is now, alternatively, that haunted building in Ghostbusters or the town in the Future in Back to the Future II after Biff becomes all powerful.