I don’t want to write about A-Rod but how can I not? I mean, the man is just a never-ending fount of ridiculousness. Divorce my wife? Why not? Try on some steroids for size? Don’t mind if I do. Pay for sex and then date the stable’s boss? Done and done. It’s just too easy. Like shooting a barrel. Not the fish inside the barrel. Just the barrel.
That’s done. No one wants to see pictures of A-Rod making out with himself. We don’t want to hear about his slum-lord tendencies. No, it’s time for us to officially move on. And this time I really mean it. Kind of. I mean, if it turns out that he’s operating some sort of kidnapping ring that sells poor Bronx children into slavery overseas, we’re going to have to talk about it. In fact, if (when?) that happens, just remember that you heard it here first.
But, with the baseball season mere days away and Jeff giddily dancing around his apartment like it’s Christmas morning, we need to focus. Focus on the drama ahead of us. On the potential dogfights in the different divisions. On figuring out who this year’s sleeper team is going to be. There’s so much good in baseball that it just doesn’t make sense to focus on the bad.
However, as we get ready to head into a new season, it doesn’t hurt to remember that some things never go out of season. That’s why although St. Patrick’s Day was last week, I’m going to leave you with this. Please, don’t thank me. I’m just doing my job.
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