I’ve never been a Sammy Sosa fan.

When him and McGwire were hitting HR’s out of the park in the late 90′s, I wasn’t one of the Dominicans jumping up and down, hanging flags outside his window and throwing toilet paper into the street out here.

I wasn’t spray-painting walls with his image. I wasn’t hanging out a car waving a Dominican flag after he hit 62. I didn’t become a Cubs fan or walk around with a #21 jersey or Cubs hat. I didn’t jump up when I hit a deep fly ball in Dyckman Field playing baseball.

None of that.

Throughout his whole career, I always thought Sosa was a fake; from his growth into a baseball bodybuilder, his pandering to the press and his selfish antics at the end of his Cubs career.

So if you came here expecting a long post on his “new look,” I’m sorry to disappoint you. I’m not touching this one.

Though, I won’t lie, I’m disappointed even though I’m not surprised. What hurts even more is that I know many people (family in DR/former friends) who are my complexion and Dominican who would probably consider this.

But that’s all I’ll say on this. I’ll let you guys take this one on through emails and comments on the site.

I just refuse to entertain this – skin rejuvenation, vitiligo or not.

Why?

The green eyes, ironed hair, and most importantly, his wife’s expression says it all for me…

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