There was a time when I was a staunch opponent of anyone even remotely linked to steroids or doping or popping PEDs — i.e. cheating — from being enshrined into any hall of fame.

Now? Not so much.

I’m tired.

I’ve been worn down by the story that won’t go away. Barry Bonds. Mark McGwire. Sammy Sosa. Roger Clemens, et al, I don’t care about you anymore.

Hall of Fame. No hall of fame. What does it matter at this point?

I want to move on, but you keep dragging me back in.

The Baseball Writer’s Association of America, who have fancied themselves to be some sort of watchdog organization, fighting for the good of all mankind by keeping evildoers out of Cooperstown, is wrong.

Barry Bonds is a hall of famer, no matter what he rubbed on or injected into his body. No matter how big his muscles and head swelled, what he did before his physique morphed from Steve Urkel into Steve Austin was hall worthy.

The same can be said of Clemens. Both should have been voted into the Baseball Hall of Fame, transgressions or not.

McGwire and Sosa are different, though.

Before McGwire and Sosa both dipped into the juice, they were above average players, but certainly not hall of famers.

Whether or not they should be inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame is a gray area.

The solution is simple: Add a wing for the steroid era.

PEDs were so rampant during the 1990s and early 2000s that it’s hard to estimate just how many were juicing.

Some estimates have been as high as 80 percent. I believe the percentage was probably around 50.

That’s high enough to believe the playing field was still somewhat even for these guys.

The steroid era is a big part of baseball history. It should be reflected.

Players like Bonds and Clemens and even McGwire and Sosa should have a place in Cooperstown.

Meanwhile, Lance Armstrong unveiled what was perhaps the worst kept secret of all time: he doped.

Now there’s a shocker.

What’s the next revelation? Air traffic controllers drink coffee? Sports journalists eat fast food a lot?

Cycling is a dirty, dirty sport. It’s as filthy as Mike Rowe after a taping of “Dirty Jobs.”

The so-called “clean” cyclists are not so clean, I suspect.

You know, throwing stones. Glass houses. That sort of thing.

What Armstrong did, PEDs or not, is still amazing. He was the best doping cyclist amid a field of doping cyclists.

Instead, we are going to be stuck in this rut forever.

We’re going to be stuck debating the merits of players, not based on what they have done on the field, but what they may have rubbed, ingested or injected into their bodies off of it.

And it’s a shame.

Mike Kilroy is a staff writer for the Butler Eagle.