ATLANTA — The signing of aging legend and multi-time PED sinner Robinson Cano seems like fertile ground for some old-fashioned righteous indignation.
How dare you, Padres? What does this say to young people, including the ones working on whiskers in your own clubhouse? Is that the devil-may-care cost of winning in today's game?
The soapbox climb, though, feels like wasted steps. The truth of things: These days, few care how the kielbasa is made.
