I cannot get Mark McGwire out of my head. I felt his tears in the freezing rain last night. I see his pores in every bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios. I remember his 62nd home run with every fat child I lift over my head. I won’t be able to look at Ryan Dempster’s ironic goatee next season without thinking of Mark McGwire.

Oh, one of my Cardinal fan friends won’t stop needling me (snicker) about McGwire. His latest completely-insane argument is that McGwire has a better shot (giggle) at the Hall of Fame than Sammy Sosa does. This is, of course, an argument barely worth having. While some might argue that Sosa would have an advantage because of the speed he had earlier in his career and the fact that he didn’t play defense like a sequoia tree (at least early on), the fact of the matter is that it’s doubtful that either one of these monsters would have grown into (heh heh) a Hall of Famer without steroids.

But my friend actually followed up his stupid argument with a decent question. What if Sosa were to return to the Cubs as a hitting coach?

Just to get this out of the way, unless you hate plate discipline, no Cubs fan in his right mind would want Sosa back as a hitting coach. Sosa’s career on-base percentage was a startlingly Patterson-esque .308 from the start of his career in 1989 through the 1997 season. Then, Sosa showed up to Spring Training in 1998, and couldn’t find a jersey with sleeves big enough to fit him. He started sending baseballs into orbit, and suddenly he wasn’t getting pitches just off the corner that at which he couldn’t help but swing. He was either getting four intentionally bad ones, or pitches so far from the zone, you’d have thought he was facing Carlos Marmol. He managed a .391 OBP during his robust years, from 1998-2003.

But I’m not here to talk about the past. I’m here to pretend I know what would happen if Rudy Jaramillo fell off a bridge, and Lou Piniella replaced him with Sammy Sosa.

My drooling mongoloid friend told me that I would cheer for Sosa the same way the the mouth-breathers in St. Louis cheered for McGwire. I supposed that also means I would boo Andre Dawson as emphatically as they booed Jack Clark for calling out a “confessed” cheater who was with their team for a whopping 545 games. Seriously, Cardinals fans. Every time I think the Cubs have the stupidest fan base on the planet, you put on mittens and a helmet and run face-first into a concrete wall.

I told my extra-chromosomed friend that not only did I feel that Cubs fans would hate the theoretical move on a baseball level, but that they would also hate it on a personal level. As my friend gaped at me with his glassy eyes, bugs flying into and out of his mouth, I reminded him that Cubs fans have a proud history of booing Sosa. He was booed at home after the cork incident. After he left the clubhouse early on the last day of the 2004 season, a picture of him was booed at the Cubs Convention. He was booed by Cubs fans in Arlington in 2007.

Time allegedly heals all wounds. At least according to Lou. But even if all of the bad blood created by Sosa being a cheat and an arrogant turd is completely gone, Cubs fans would hate his hiring as a baseball move, wouldn’t they? I mean, surely they wouldn’t actually be dumb enough to give him a standing ovation.

Would they?