Martinez and Marichal, that is. What do they have in common other than otherworldly stuff? A love of cockfighting.
If this doesn't bother you because, hey, such activity is legal in the Dominican, then just be sure that you have never been heard calling Michael Vick a monster as opposed to a common outlaw.
Also: I'm virtually certain that cockfighting involves gambling. How does Selig not care about this? Sure, it's unlikely that Martinez is going to get in so deep with a cockfighting bookie that he'd be inclined to throw a baseball game, but I don't think it's any less troublesome than post-retirement Mantle and Mays working as casino greeters, and see what it got them.
BTW, I was gonna write something cute and pithy employing Juan and Pedro's nicknames. Then I go to B-R.com and realize that Pedro Martinez -- the most dominant and colorful pitcher of his era -- doesn't have one. If Martinez had come up in the dead ball era he would have had no less than four sharp, funny, and literary nicknames, some of which would have extended to five words and included semicolons.
We should be ashamed of ourselves.