Louis Badolato
Lieutenant General
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- Apr 25, 2005
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I have been down on A-Rod since he disappeared in the series against the Red Sox in 2004, the nadir of Yankee fans' existence.
It did not surprise me that he was on steroids, or that he couldn't tell the truth about it (none of them ever do).
I was convinced that he had all the physical talent, but none of the mental toughness necessary to be a true Yankee. We have always preferred the Lou Gehrigs, Thurman Munsons and Paul O'Neals of the world to the big name prima donnas our present GM Cashman keeps wasting money on (beginning with Giambi, the other steriod disgrace).
But, as I was watching the best pitched game I have ever personally witnessed, and A-Rod kept coming to the plate in walk off situations while staring down the longest homerless streak of his career and the ghost of Harmon Killebrew, I thought, you know, if he could somehow come through and win this game against the Red Sox, proving we could pitch with them as welll as hit with them, A-Rod would finally earn his pinstripes, and I would stop calling him A-Fraud.
And he did it. In the single most important game of the season, in the opportunity to kick the Red Sox while they were down (they are terribly beat up with injuries) like they had kicked us while we were down early in the season, he did it. In a classic game, which may very well decide the very close AL East Division, he did it. When the pressure was as high for the Yankees and the Red Sox as it can ever be outside of October, he did it. When he had never been able to do it before, he did it.
Welcome to the Yankees, Alex Rodriguez. I am pulling my number 2 home jersey out of the closet, where it has sat all summer, and I am putting it on tomorrow, to watch the next big game in the best rivalry in sports, and for the first time I will actually be pulling for, and cheering for, our clean up hitter.
What a game. I nearly had a heart attack about 10 different times.
It did not surprise me that he was on steroids, or that he couldn't tell the truth about it (none of them ever do).
I was convinced that he had all the physical talent, but none of the mental toughness necessary to be a true Yankee. We have always preferred the Lou Gehrigs, Thurman Munsons and Paul O'Neals of the world to the big name prima donnas our present GM Cashman keeps wasting money on (beginning with Giambi, the other steriod disgrace).
But, as I was watching the best pitched game I have ever personally witnessed, and A-Rod kept coming to the plate in walk off situations while staring down the longest homerless streak of his career and the ghost of Harmon Killebrew, I thought, you know, if he could somehow come through and win this game against the Red Sox, proving we could pitch with them as welll as hit with them, A-Rod would finally earn his pinstripes, and I would stop calling him A-Fraud.
And he did it. In the single most important game of the season, in the opportunity to kick the Red Sox while they were down (they are terribly beat up with injuries) like they had kicked us while we were down early in the season, he did it. In a classic game, which may very well decide the very close AL East Division, he did it. When the pressure was as high for the Yankees and the Red Sox as it can ever be outside of October, he did it. When he had never been able to do it before, he did it.
Welcome to the Yankees, Alex Rodriguez. I am pulling my number 2 home jersey out of the closet, where it has sat all summer, and I am putting it on tomorrow, to watch the next big game in the best rivalry in sports, and for the first time I will actually be pulling for, and cheering for, our clean up hitter.
What a game. I nearly had a heart attack about 10 different times.