Miguel Tejada was sentenced last year to one year of probation, 100 hours of community service and had to pay a fine for misleading Congressional investigators in the course of the PED circus. He didn’t knock over a liquor store while on probation, and the fine, we presume, was no big deal. Mr. Tejada has failed, however, to carry out his sentence in one important respect:
What, exactly, did Tejada have to do between the months of October and March -- let alone on off-days during last season -- that was so damn pressing that he couldn’t fit in 100 hours of community service? I mean, sure, it may be hard, logistically speaking, to arrange 100 hour-long presentations to middle schoolers about the dangers of drugs and lying an playing crappy shortstop and stuff. But I can tell you based on experience that, if you go down to the parole office and say “I want to spend 100 hours doing stuff!” people will fill your schedule for you pretty damn quickly.
Oh well. Could be worse for Tejada. The judge could have added an ankle monitor to his probation. I’m guessing the he figured Tejada’s mobility was already bad enough and that doing anything else to cut his range would constitute cruel and unusual punishment on Orioles fans.
