
What a piece of (expletive) he is, (expletive) fag."
Chicago White Sox manager Ozzie Guillen, about me, June 21, 2006
And so ends the decade of the wackos, the frauds, the juicers, the dog-murderers, the bimbo-nizers, all the salacious scandals that surrounded sports like flies on you-know-what. By my estimation, six of the top 12 athletes over the last 10 years have been immersed in improprieties that marred their legacies and, worse, significantly diluted our trust in the industry. Normally, .500 is a decent percentage.
In the oughts, it was an indictment of deceit and sleaze.
Allow me to mention immediately in this column what I did love about the decade: Peyton Manning, Albert Pujols, Tom Brady with a minute left, the new Yankee Stadium, whatever they're calling the San Francisco park now, Federer vs. Nadal, outdoor hockey, Bob Costas, Tim Tebow, Vince Young in the Rose Bowl, Alex Ovechkin and Sidney Crosby, the Music City Miracle, the Jimmie Johnson whose hair moves, SportsCenter commercials, Boise State beating Oklahoma and the star running back proposing to the cheerleader, George Mason, LeBron James, Syracuse vs. Connecticut in six overtimes, Sarah Hughes, Tim Duncan, Michael Phelps going 8-for-8 in the pool, Tiger Woods playing on one leg for 90 holes, the champ-to-mom-to-champ journey of Kim Clijsters and Usain Bolt lighting up the Beijing tedium. Because what we experienced, generally, were events and episodes that either turned our stomachs or awakened us to a new reality that everyone in sports is guilty until proven innocent.




