The congressional confessional
Funny the way a congressional subpoena works sometimes. Take for instance, the big goat-rope scheduled later this week to tackle (well, dive at, flail and ultimately miss) the performance-enhancement drug problem in baseball.
In the space of five days, Major League Baseball's hierarchy fell in love with both individual rights (well, its own, anyway) and its own union (at least for a day or two, anyway). And then, while MLB and Congress were horse-trading over who would actually get called ...
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