The feds are going after all those asterisked pitchers and batters, aren’t they? They’re going to subpoena the Cy Youngs and most valuable players, and demand the return of the trophies and the money, right? They better. That, or show some leniency toward Marion Jones and Barry Bonds. Otherwise, it’s going to beg an ugly question: Why are Jones and Bonds picking up the most expensive tab for performance enhancing? Why are they cheats and criminals, while others merely made “mistakes?”

Are prosecutors going to convene a grand jury, and call Roger Clemens (white man)? Will they pursue him across a half-decade until they force either perjury or a public confession from him? Are IRS investigators going to dog Kevin Brown (white man) and Chuck Knoblauch (white man) with the same Inspector Javert-like fervor? Will they audit bank accounts, grill confidants, and lean on informants?

Will spectators and commentators have the same flaying, foam-flecked rage for Rick Ankiel (white man) and Andy Pettitte (white man)? Will we hear demands from (white) officialdom that their names be expunged forever from the books, that they be stripped of honors, bankrupted, and reviled as the cheats of the century?

Why is it that our most severe penalties and public condemnations are reserved for Bonds (black man) and Jones (black woman)?

There’s a nasty double standard here, and it can’t be conveniently explained away. The rationalizations don’t cut it. Yes, Jones used steroids and lied to investigators. Yes, Bonds’ record may be tainted and he may have perjured himself. But the guess here is that there are some serial cheaters among the 92 ballplayers listed in George Mitchell’s report, who might perjure themselves in similar circumstances. Yet none of them will face any investigative heat. If the feds intended to follow up, they wouldn’t have given their case away to Mitchell for publication, or cut a deal with clubhouse parasite Kirk Radomski.

Justice hasn’t been meted out equally. That’s indisputable, whether or not you believe race had anything to do with it. Jones and Bonds face potential jail time for lying; meantime, hundreds of major leaguers stonewalled and evaded Mitchell’s investigation, and they get – what?

Suddenly, we’re inclined to ask for their explanations, listen to their excuses, and extend the benefit of the doubt. Mitchell even suggested that we let bygones be bygones, because, “What we need to do is look forward now.” I don’t recall such feelings of concern, consideration or kinship for Bonds and Jones.