One of my favorite baseball memories is singing "Hey Caminiti" to the tune of the Macarena. If you were at Jack Murphy Stadium at all during the late nineties, then you know what I'm talking about. And if the drunk guy is still alive who managed to throw together a brilliant slurred string of words which included "Caminicki" every time Caminiti came to the plate, I'm sure he's tipping one back in memory of him right now, if he can still remember him that is.
I read in an article this morning that Caminiti once estimated that half of all major league ballplayers use steroids.
That makes me sad.