It doesn't pay to tell the truth   

Updated: May 22, 2007, 3:48 PM ET

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If Major League Baseball attempts to get punitive with Jason Giambi for his tacit but not explicit admission that he used steroids, it will constitute a new level of hypocrisy. And if baseball's investigation gives the Yankees the shield they need to attempt to void Giambi's contract, it will constitute a new new level of hypocrisy.

Unlike everybody else embroiled in the various steroid scandals, Giambi seems to want to come clean. His remorse seems genuine but clumsy, like he's got all these issues but he doesn't know where to take them.

And baseball, the entity that closed its eyes and counted its money for years and years while extolling the virtues of the artificial long ball, is now threatening to come down hard on the one guy who might provide a sliver of salvation to the whole episode.

We're beyond wondering whether most of the main actors did or didn't use performance-enhancing drugs, so why not allow Giambi to be the face of honesty? It might be late honesty, but it's the best they've got. He admitted a mistake and rightfully implicated capital-B Baseball in the process.

He's right on both counts. His honesty might be the end of him.


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I mean, come on: Forty-two ounces?

The best Diaw-Stoudemire point so far: Brought to you by Bruce Jenkins of the San Francisco Chronicle, who wonders why enforcement czar Stu Jackson even has a job if the rules are so inflexible there is no room for interpretation.

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Just for the heck of it, all 16 players who played for the 1992 Cleveland Cavaliers, the last Cavs team to make the conference finals: Mark Price, Brad Daugherty, Larry Nance, Terrell Brandon, Hot Rod Williams, John Battle, Craig Ehlo, Henry James, Danny Ferry, Steve Kerr, Mike Sanders, Winston Bennett, Jimmy Oliver, Bobby Phills, Chucky Brown and John Morton.

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I find comfort in the belief that the guy who figured this out couldn't tell you what he had for dinner last night: When Andruw Jones went 0-for-5 with five strikeouts and made the last out of the game, it was reported that he became the fourth player in the past 50 years to strike out five times and make the final out of the game with the tying run either on base or at the plate.

The others, since you must be jonesing to know: Sammy Sosa, Greg Gagne and Scott Rolen.

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Tim Keown is a senior writer for ESPN The Magazine. Sound off to Page 2 here.



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