A-Rod walks to the table stridently, Military uniform, and a baseball cap with a dollar sign on it. The media approaches him and asks him why he would take PEDs. His response was this:
We live in a world that has walls and we need to blast baseballs over those walls. Who’s gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Roy Oswalt and curse the Steroid users; you have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that my PED use, while tragic, probably makes money and that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, builds financial empires. You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties you want me on third base, you NEED me at THIRD BASE!
We use words like Power, OPS, Slugging %. We use them as the backbone of a life trying to make as much money as we can in a short career cycle. You use them in your ‘fantasy baseball’ games. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to people who rise and sleep under the blanket of the very athletic wonder and achievement I provide and then question the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said “thank you,” and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest that you pick up a bat and stand in the box, trying to hit Josh Beckett. Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you are entitled to.