Headline: Docs: HGH alone doesn't help athletes;
A Nation Cries Out (maybe): Then why, oh why do these ballplayers do it?!
Response: Have you ever met a ballplayer?
Let's remember folks, baseball is full of guys who believe in the rally cap. Who won't step on foul lines. Who won't talk to a guy throwing a no-hitter. Who don't change their underwear for a week if they have a hitting streak going. Who eat chicken every night for eighteen years. Who play amazing baseball for six months but then refuse to shave for October lest they suddenly forget how to hit. Who draw crucifixes in the batter's box. Who jam their toes into the ground and remove their batting gloves before every pitch. Who talk to baseballs. Who think that being featured on the cover of certain magazines will kill their career. Who believe in curses, momentum, ju-ju, and the whammy.
In short, baseball players are nuts.
It's totally understandable, then, that if patient zero in baseball's PED explosion (Canseco? Tom House? Brian Downing? Napoleon Lajoie?) says he took HGH and then played well, several dozen other guys are going to follow suit without the benefit of double-blind experimentation. These are guys who would eat scrapple, dance jigs, and join political movements of dubious provenance if someone told them it would raise their average a few points, so it's no surprise that they'd take HGH.
In other news, I have this feeling that no one will mention the inefficacy of HGH during tomorrow's Congressional hearings. After all, baseball players don't have the irrationality market cornered.