Showing posts with label Oprah Winfrey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oprah Winfrey. Show all posts

Monday, October 26, 2009

Black mark remains on silent McGwire

He's supposedly coming back from his self-imposed hell, a place far removed from the limelight, the TV commercials and the public adulation he enjoyed during most of his baseball career. He went there to get away from his final seasons, but he couldn't shake free of those years or the rumors that trailed him there.

Whoever figured Mark McGwire would return?

He is coming back, though. He's coming back to baseball as manager Tony La Russa's hitting coach with the Cardinals, which causes hell for Major League Baseball.

League officials know what McGwire's return will mean: more talk about steroids. They would prefer that he stayed where he was -- his career in the netherworld of baseball, a place where Roger Clemens, Barry Bonds and Rafael Palmeiro took their careers.

It's hard to resurrect careers like theirs from the dead. Just ask Pete Rose. They should only be resurrected when the questions that men like McGwire and Rose ran away from have been answered. Those questions can't still be floating high in the air like a hanging curveball.

They are with McGwire.

The game knows no more about McGwire and his alleged use of performance-enhancing drugs today than it did when he chose to retire in 2002. He could have cleared up those suspicions long ago. He should do so now before he puts on a uniform again.

He should sit down in front of Larry King or Peter Gammons or Oprah Winfrey and tell the baseball world what he refused to tell Congress: Did he or didn't he?

Confess his sins and the truth sets him free.

An Oprah moment won't rehabilitate McGwire's image; it would be a start. His silence about 'roids has sullied the reputation he once had. It has also cost him induction into Cooperstown, just as Rose's lying about betting on baseball cost him his.

Rose has remained an outsider; he has not been allowed to participate in the sport he helped to prosper.

McGwire, who'll reportedly replace Hal McRae, is getting back inside the game, except in the minds of those who care about the sanctity of it. He tainted their records, baseball purists say. They hold a grudge, too.

For his part, McGwire seems not to care what they think. Had he cared, he would have kept his pumped-up biceps in retirement. He would not have reopened a discussion that had, in the main, been quiet since Manny Ramirez sat out 50 games earlier this season for testing positive for PED.

On the eve of the World Series, baseball needed the public's attention on McGwire like the NBA needed its referees on strike. In October, attention should be on the World Series and not on the hiring of a hitting coach who needs to address his past.

Timing is everything, and McGwire could have orchestrated his return to baseball to minimize the damage it will do to the game. He'd done enough to ruin the sport already.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Tyson's torment: Champ opens up to Oprah

The documentary was crass and coarse -- a vulgar, unedited introspective into Mike Tyson the man. The film, a hauntingly brutal look inside one of boxing’s most enigmatic figures, left people with not much to like about Tyson.

They had long ago learned to revile Tyson the person as they revered Tyson the prizefighter, so nobody needed a film to expose that hard side of his character. Yet as much as people knew about Tyson, they couldn’t possibly know all of him, which made his documentary even more riveting.

"I was so impressed with what you were able to reveal about yourself," talk show queen Oprah Winfrey told Tyson when he sat in front of her for an interview that aired Monday. "It feels like it's more than about you; it really is a study in humanity."

In her face-to-face chat Monday with Tyson, Oprah dug deeper into the humanity of this troubled athlete. She brought out a side of him that even his documentary could not do. She showed Tyson as a contradiction -- a complex man chasing shadows, a man peering too far into his past and seemingly unable to enjoy the present.

As he sat next to Oprah, Tyson shed tears. He cried, too, in his documentary, but the slickness of it showed the jagged edges that made him the most feared prizefighter of his era.

No cutting room or video editing, however, could mask the man’s torment. Tyson told Oprah about his childhood and about his love for his mentor, an aging white trainer named Cus D’Amato. He took the teenaged Tyson into his home, befriended him and taught him the finer points of fighting.

Under D’Amato’s tutelage, Tyson harnessed the rage he felt, a rage nurtured on the unforgiving streets of Brooklyn. His life in the public’s eyes might not have amounted to much if not for D’Amato and his steadfast support of Tyson.

The trainer’s death loosened the reins on Mike Tyson. The rage inside Tyson, stored there since his boyhood, emerged for the public to see.

The rage turned Tyson into a beast -- a loveless, thoughtless, unrepentant monster whose excesses led to the most destructive of behaviors. Those behaviors reigned over Tyson’s life and sent it barreling through stop signs that others tried to put in front of him.

He took others on his joyride.

Tyson recounted that joyride for Oprah. He talked about his fights with women and with boxers and with himself, a fight he’s continued to wage with no hint that he has banked many rounds in the win column.

Yet his Oprah interview showed even better than James Toback's documentary, released last year, how vulnerable Tyson is. While he acknowledged to Oprah that the streets taught him to show no weakness and to use his fists to settle matters, Tyson never learned the lessons there that would bring him respect away from the streets.

The streets helped him earn adulation and wealth and notoriety, all the trappings of being able to use his fists well. But his fists couldn’t teach him how to live in a world larger than Brooklyn. His fists didn’t teach him to love and to care and to trust.

His fists of fury also didn’t teach Tyson how to overcome tragedies that would visit his life, and he faced many of those tragic events after Cus D’Amato’s death. It was difficult on Tyson, though not as difficult, it seems now, as the death of his 4-year-old daughter Exodus earlier this year.

Tyson, his voice choking, struggled to find the words for losing his daughter, and Oprah didn’t press him on it. She sat back and let Tyson take his feelings about this loss wherever they dared to go.

And as he wrestled with his emotions, Tyson told Oprah: “I’m tired of losing. I wanna win now.”

For the champ, the losses have piled higher than his wins, and maybe he’s solely to blame for that. He told Oprah as much. But no wins or losses are as important as finding a handle on life, and Mike Tyson might yet do so before he steps out of the public’s eye forever.