More reefer madness

Or, in this case, PED madness.

Remember the other day, when the Blob made sport of the En Eff Ell's uneven-handedness in doling out punishment, particularly in regards to PED use ("Bad! Very bad!") versus domestic violence ("Wait ... is there video? No? OK, then.")

It's how Tyreek Hill basically skated on allegedly punching his toddler while Golden Tate got a four-game rip because, essentially, he and his wife were trying to get pregnant. Apparently there was some sort of no-no magic bean in the fertility drug Tate was taking, and, even though he alerted league authorities that it might cause him to show red, he got a sitdown, anyway.

Because, after all, a fertility drug could be a gateway to harder drugs. Today you're just trying to get pregnant; tomorrow you're mainlining Secretariat's DNA.

Pure silliness, I know. But you think that's something? That's nothing.

For even more silliness, we go to Los Angeles, where running back Steven Jackson, who hasn't played in the NFL since 2015, signed a symbolic one-day deal with the Rams so he could retire a Ram. After all, Jackson played the majority of his career with the Rams, and is the franchise's all-time leading rusher.

Nice little gesture, then. Nifty little training camp tidbit.

Except.

Except for the fact that, after signing, he got a summons from the league to take a drug test.

No, I'm not making that up. They really wanted him to come in and pee in a cup before he officially retired.

Jackson politely declined, for the excellent reason that the whole notion was numbingly stupid. And to his credit, he even had a sense of humor about it, joking on Twitter that perhaps the league had heard about him summiting Mt. Kilimanjaro.

Of course, if there's video of that ...