When it comes to steroids, baseball, Clemens and Congress I have reached a simple conclusion:

I don’t care any more.

There, I said it.

I believe that many of you are in the same position. You’ve run the full gamut of emotions on this issue: Denial, grief, anger. Now all that is left for me is fatigue. And the feeling that I couldn’t consume another morsel of information if I tried.

I’m full. Stuffed.

When do pitchers and catchers report? When can I watch a Cactus League game in peace? When can I have a beer at a game and not worry about the photograph of the beer can next to the dirty gauze pads and used needles?

The problem with this point of view is that there are people in this world who believe - who insist - we should care.

You’re apathetic, they yell. This is important, they scream. This is about our kids, the integrity of the game, hallowed records. You must care about this. Because if you don’t, they insist, our kids will be forever corrupted. You’re just the kind of sucker baseball is counting on to turn the other cheek and look the other way. You must hold baseball accountable. Bud Selig lied, Don Fehr doesn’t care, the players are all juiced and all you want to do is buy a ticket, have a beer and eat a hot dog?

So accused.

Because - and I’ll say it again as it felt so good the first time - I don’t care any more.

The major difference is that today, I don’t feel guilty about it.