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So. Couldn't it be said that living in one's own delusional reality is a pretty good definition of insanity? Because it if could, then Princess A-Rod has lost his shit.
I don't even know where to begin with this article. If I really ripped it apart like I want to, I'd be here all night, because there's a paragraph of ranting in every other sentence. And I have a shower to take, dinner to eat, a soul-destroying game to watch (ALCS Game Three re-airs tonight), and a six-pack of Corona to drink while I watch it, and the game starts in less than an hour. So, I don't have all night.
So, I guess I'll restrict myself to two points.
Point A: I always figured that the Infamous Ball-Slapping Incident in Game Six, is just one of those things that, you know, happens and is over before your brain catches up and realizes what you just did. And then you sit there, getting redder and redder, hoping like hell that no one noticed because goddamn that's the stupidest thing you've ever done in your entire life and you'd kind of like to hide in a hole for a little while. But since A-Rod refused to admit to it, I made fun of him anyway, because if you're caught doing that stupid thing and you don't admit to it, you deserve to be made fun of.
But wow. As before, I will let Princess A-Rod's words speak for themselves in illustrating how very wrong I was all along.
"In the heat of the moment, you do things sometimes out of instinct [. . .] I thought it was a smart play, and we almost got away with it. We put an umpire in the position of having to turn over a call like that in Yankee Stadium. It gave us a shot. (Umpire) Jim Joyce told me, 'if you'd knocked the crap out of (Arroyo) it would've been legal because he was in your way.' So if I had a chance to do it again, I would've tried to run him over. Even though I probably would've hurt someone with my weight and velocity, dropping my shoulder down."
No, A-Rod, you mostly would have hurt yourself making such a play, on account of Varitek landing on your head before Arroyo even hit the ground. (Also, as someone else has already pointed out, Arroyo was nowhere near being in A-Rod's way anyway.) You think you started a brawl last July? Just you try bowling over a Red Sox pitcher instead of just yelling at him sometime and see what happens. You'd be lucky to escape intact.
As for the bolded bit - I have got to stop overestimating this guy. But I have a feeling that no matter how low I drop my expectations, he will fly right under them. For he is A-Rod, and his deluded lack of self-awareness is put on hold for no one.
Okay, I know I said two points, but I have since taken a shower, watched the miserable first half of the first inning, and had a Corona. The Coronas that will follow will probably render me incapable of making said point coherently, and I'd like a little time to think about it some more anyway. So, off I go. Wish me mental health, please.
I don't even know where to begin with this article. If I really ripped it apart like I want to, I'd be here all night, because there's a paragraph of ranting in every other sentence. And I have a shower to take, dinner to eat, a soul-destroying game to watch (ALCS Game Three re-airs tonight), and a six-pack of Corona to drink while I watch it, and the game starts in less than an hour. So, I don't have all night.
So, I guess I'll restrict myself to two points.
Point A: I always figured that the Infamous Ball-Slapping Incident in Game Six, is just one of those things that, you know, happens and is over before your brain catches up and realizes what you just did. And then you sit there, getting redder and redder, hoping like hell that no one noticed because goddamn that's the stupidest thing you've ever done in your entire life and you'd kind of like to hide in a hole for a little while. But since A-Rod refused to admit to it, I made fun of him anyway, because if you're caught doing that stupid thing and you don't admit to it, you deserve to be made fun of.
But wow. As before, I will let Princess A-Rod's words speak for themselves in illustrating how very wrong I was all along.
"In the heat of the moment, you do things sometimes out of instinct [. . .] I thought it was a smart play, and we almost got away with it. We put an umpire in the position of having to turn over a call like that in Yankee Stadium. It gave us a shot. (Umpire) Jim Joyce told me, 'if you'd knocked the crap out of (Arroyo) it would've been legal because he was in your way.' So if I had a chance to do it again, I would've tried to run him over. Even though I probably would've hurt someone with my weight and velocity, dropping my shoulder down."
No, A-Rod, you mostly would have hurt yourself making such a play, on account of Varitek landing on your head before Arroyo even hit the ground. (Also, as someone else has already pointed out, Arroyo was nowhere near being in A-Rod's way anyway.) You think you started a brawl last July? Just you try bowling over a Red Sox pitcher instead of just yelling at him sometime and see what happens. You'd be lucky to escape intact.
As for the bolded bit - I have got to stop overestimating this guy. But I have a feeling that no matter how low I drop my expectations, he will fly right under them. For he is A-Rod, and his deluded lack of self-awareness is put on hold for no one.
Okay, I know I said two points, but I have since taken a shower, watched the miserable first half of the first inning, and had a Corona. The Coronas that will follow will probably render me incapable of making said point coherently, and I'd like a little time to think about it some more anyway. So, off I go. Wish me mental health, please.
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