As anyone with a son playing baseball can attest, the baseball world can be a fickle place, with a dark sense of humor and karma lurking around every corner.
Who could possibly have suspected that the teenage phenom, who never played more then 120ish games a season due to injuries - but who hit like Bonds when playing - was juicing?
Who could have suspected that the slow-healing, brittle phenom would have been juicing during recovery - when he was under virtual daily observation by the Padres health care professionals? (Answer: the owners don't care if a player juices; owners care if the player is caught.)
Padres went out and spent like drunken sailors, mortgaged a decent farm system, while waiting for the last piece of its 1927 Yankees line-up to emerge.
Ain't Karma a treat!
Want some jet fuel to add to the burning dumpster? Read Tatis' explanation with an eye to the contempt he has for fans - his fans.
https://twitter.com/jazayerli/...96YS-Ym9qIw&s=19
San Diego Padres: where careers go to die.