I had a strange feeling last night when I heard that former NL MVP third baseman Ken Caminiti had died. At first, it was pretty shocking. Someone that played the game during my prime years as a baseball fan (which hasn’t been all that long ago), who always seemed to exemplify what it was to be a professional ball player. He always seemed to be dirty, and having a blast each time he took the field. Of course, he also apparently exemplified the thousand dollar coke habit of a professional athlete as well, which almost makes his passing forgettable. Sad, but forgettable. Not to get political, but if professional sports can’t look at an example like this to bring the hammer down on illicit drug use in their games (Jamal Lewis, I’m looking in your direction), they might as well just give up. Here’s a guy that was on the top of his sport for a number of years, everyone who was a fan knew who he was, and he was shooting ‘roids and doing lines the whole time. And not until just recently has anyone listened to him about the steroids, though the coke has been catching up with him for years. I’ll choose to remember the Ken Caminiti from on the field, rolling in the dirt at third to make a spectacular play, but the Ken Caminiti from off the field simply cannot, and should not, be ignored.

Oh yeah, and Superman died, which I believe officially makes William Katt the greatest living man to ever wear a cape and tights.

EDITORS NOTE: On Saturday, I had found some great quotes/lines about the Jamal Lewis situation, which also happened to vindicate, at least slightly, The Sports Guy for not writing about anything remotely interesting. However, going back today to fish them out again, they’re gone. All that’s left is a movie review and about 12 stories on the Red Sox. Imagine that. (Though “Quote of the Day” is still outstanding, and shockingly non-New England related.)