Big story coming out is the surprising-to-no-one revelations by Ron Darling in his new book about the rampant, egregious, and in-game drug use by his 1986-era team. It should lead to some lazy moral leverage and bad parallels — if the Mets were all on drugs, why shouldn't Pete Rose be in the Hall of Fame?! — but the main news is that the highly educated and highly employed Darling is spilling the beans and not some broken down-and-outer like Lenny. http://www.wsj.com/articles/how-drugs-and-alcohol-fueled-the-1986-mets-1459795793?mod=e2fb When I first came up, there was a jar of pills that was kept in a prominent place—prominent, that is, if you knew where to look for it. It was called the jar because, come on, baseball players weren’t the most creative bunch. It became part of our language, our shorthand. If someone was scrambling, trying to mask an ache or a pain, or maybe to recover from an injury, he’d say, “I’m in the jar today.” Each pill had its own name. The five-milligram amphetamines were known as white crosses—and these were passed around like candy, if that was your bag. The heavier doses were black beauties. Remember, this was well before the common use of steroids and other performance-enhancing drugs; in many ways, you could make an argument that the drugs of choice in our clubhouse were more performance reducing than anything else. But most starting pitchers were loath to mess with any chemicals that might mess with their mind-set—anyway, I was. You’ve got all that time between starts, the last thing you want is to be anxious and on the edge for four days; if anything, you want something to take the edge off. It should be something good for broadcast yammering about for a few days, which suggests maybe opening day wan't the best time for a release.