Make me the boss, and I would: Encourage the Anaheim Angels’ owner Arte Moreno to support his high-priced off-season free agent acquisition, Gary Matthews Jr., rather than issue a grand-standing public statement for Matthews to come clean to investigating authorities about his alleged purchase of human growth hormone from an Internet pharmacy outlet. I understand that Mr. Moreno’s desire to maintain the pristine image of the Angels, but abandoning one of his players with a politically correct PR gesture is a crass form of employee betrayal in my view. I mean, considering the entire performing-enhancing drug controversy has been media-generated out of all reasonable proportion – I had overwhelmingly strong suspicions that both Sammy Sosa and Mark McGwire were using steroids in their historic 1998 home-run race and didn’t care and still don’t – I understand Matthews’ cautious response and his hiring of famed attorney Robert Shapiro. Our beloved governor, Arnold Schwarzenegger, won seven Mr. Olympia titles using them, even once told me so. I don’t know if Gary Matthews used HGH and, frankly, I don’t care, which once again puts me slightly out of rhythm with my media cohorts, who, of course, are endowed with far greater values and virtues and pieties than I ever have possessed and, therefore, feel quite secure in their finger-wagging excesses over a matter the great athletic masses are about as indifferent about as I am. . . Force Messrs. Vic Cegles and F. King Alexander to bring back Larry Reynolds at least for another season if Long Beach State should win the Big West tournament this weekend, which it should do without much duress since the 49ers, clearly, are the best team in perhaps the worst Division I conference in America. How could they not? The 49ers figure to finish the regular season at 24-7. Oh, I know the basketball program still is hemorrhaging red ink and Reynolds’ overall five-year record still is quite unimpressive, but, well, the timing would be slightly askew to shove Reynolds out the door if he adds two more victories to his resume. Larry Reynolds deserved to be fired after three seasons in Long Beach when his record was 21-63, but was spared by the then dazzling 49er athletic director, Bill (Mr. Nice Guy) Shumard, who’s been long gone but whose sterling legacy – do I hear not so muffled cackles out there at such a daring adjective? – will long endure at the school. Reynolds doesn’t deserve to be fired if his team should emerge victorious in Anaheim over the weekend, which it should do because it happens to be so much more athletic and quicker and experienced than all the stiffs that pollute the Big West. . . Force the Lakers to stick a play-by-play guy on radio with a colorful personality. Perhaps I still pine for the late Chick Hearn, the greatest NBA announcer ever, but his successor, one Spero Didis, never has uttered so much as one memorable line that I can recall, quite a distinction in itself. Mr. Didis has a fine voice and, technically, calls a proficient game, but I find myself straying when he talks and paying attention only when Mychal Thompson chimes in with his insightful and humorous comments. . . Force Phil Jackson to force Kobe Bryant into becoming his old self-absorbed, self-centered, self-aggrandizing self and let him try to break Wilt Chamberlain’s storied 100-point one-game NBA scoring record. Why not? What drama is now left in the Laker season with Lamar Odom gone and the team stuck in the same conference as the Dallas Mavericks, Phoenix Suns and San Antonio Spurs? Bryant scored 81 a year ago, and could have had a lot more against Toronto. The Lakers aren’t headed anywhere now except for an early playoff elimination, so why not let Kobe be Kobe and allow him to shoot to his heart’s content for an entire 48-minute game?. . . Force the San Diego Chargers’ Owner’s Son Dean Spanos and his GM, A.J. Smith, to fire themselves if Norv Turner turns out to be as lousy a head coach with the Chargers as he was with the Oakland Raiders and Washington Redskins, which he will. . . Force federal authorities – the California State Athletic Commissioner certainly won’t look into the matter – to launch an investigation for the reason that a very tiny, very outmanned, very outmatched featherweight named Victor Burgos ever was allowed to challenge undefeated flyweight champion Vic Darchinyan Saturday night at the Home Depot Center. Predictably, Darchinyan mauled his beleaguered opponent from the opening bell until it was mercifully halted in the 12th, and it was almost inevitable that brave little guy would depart the ring in an unconscious state. He was transported to Harbor-UCLA Medical Center in Torrance where he now is in serious condition after undergoing surgery to relieve pressure from a blood clot on his brain. It’s understandable Gary Shaw, who promotes Darchinyan and lined up Burgos, wanted a cushy setup for Darchinyan, but sticking Burgos in there against the taller, stronger and powerful punching Darchinyan was a scandalous decision on his part. Victor Burgos had as much business of being in the ring with Darchinyan as I did. If ever a sport deserves declining popularity, it’s boxing. Gary Shaw and those who manage Burgos should be held culpable for the tragedy that unfolded. . . See to it that William Jefferson Clinton, 42nd president of the United States of America, gives a nice mention during his Boys and Girls Club fund-raising speech today in Long Beach to Don Rodriguez, energetic president of the local organization, and Skip Keesal, a passionate booster whose law firm of Keesal, Young & Logan is hosting the event.. . Doug Krikorian can be reached at [email protected] 160Want local news?Sign up for the Localist and stay informed Something went wrong. Please try again.subscribeCongratulations! You’re all set! Why wouldn’t Matthews keep his mouth shut on the subject? After all, when a high profile baseball player’s name is linked to performance-enhancing drugs in these sensitive times, he knows what evil fate awaits on the dark horizon if the evidence comes up against him. Not only a 50-game suspension, which is financially punishing enough as it is, but also the inevitable pariah status that will be accorded him by the media, who have marched in a lockstep frenzy in visceral condemnation of those alleged felonious fellows (Bonds, Sosa, McGwire, etc.) who have dared trod down such a primrose path. The most retroactive outrage in the history of journalism has to be on the steroid issue, considering it has been a sacred part of the sporting landscape for decades but only became a serious matter until Sosa, McGwire and Bonds began depositing too many home runs for the media’s sensibilities. When I covered the Los Angeles Rams throughout the 1970s, it wasn’t exactly a secret that many players in the NFL used steroids, including I’d say about half of those on the Rams.