Baseball DIY

My favorite author (I think), Michael Chabon, has redesigned his more-than-worthwhile Web site. One of the recent additions is the baseball-addled author's essay on Ozzie Canseco's brother. Here, I present a possibly overlong extract:

THE question that concerns me in all this is not one of the obvious ones, like what to tell my children, or what to do about the problem of steroids, or how to think about the records that may have been broken by cheaters, or how to protect against perfidy, avarice, taint and scandal the dear old national game. Like all obvious questions, none of them can really be answered.

All human endeavor is subject to cracking. It's the hard, Tex Avery truth of the universe: put your finger over one leak and another one pops up, just beyond your reach. Violence, gambling and game fixing, pestilential racism, overexpansion, competitive imbalance, labor strife, mind-boggling cupidity, and cheating of every variety and school: for most of its history the game of baseball has, like everything we build, been riddled with holes, some cavernous, some of them irreparable.

I don't know what is to be done about this latest debacle, and neither do you. No, what I want to know about Jose Canseco is, how come I still like the guy so much?