Perhaps we'll thank Roberto Alomar someday. The second baseman's despicable act of contempt, a spit in the face of umpire John Hirschbeck, somehow landed on the window of the baseball establishment, washing off just enough film to reveal who was minding the store. We looked inside, and nobody was there.
Oh, a few suits were milling about: a clueless American League president, an interminably interim commissioner, some union people intent on protecting their floor space. But when something had to be done to clean up the mess, nobody was there. If Major League Baseball comes to that realization, then maybe Alomar...
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