I never liked the guy in the first place. For starters, I don't even like his nickname: A-Rod.
I don't like the look of him. Those calculated macho, aggressive facial expressions. The way he trots in that strutting way.
Now comes the steroids revelation. We can't be surprised.
People who know I am a Yankees fan expect me to defend the guy. Right.
His "my bad" interview with ESPN was classic. He said he was "stupid," and he got that right. But then he threw in all sorts of rationalizations: "Back then it was a very different culture. It was very loose. I was young..."
Oh, so "everybody else was doing it." Not true.
He even had the nerve to blame the Sports Illustrated reporter who broke the story, to claim she "stalked" him and tried to break into his house. Now he admits those were lies.
How low can you go? Is this the limbo-rod-rock?
This guy clearly sees himself as some sort of misunderstood victim of everything. Three years ago, amid spring training, he said, "My whole life is about getting crushed."
Poor baby.
We Yankee fans might be a tad more forgiving of him if he had ever done anything in October. But he hasn't. In those big clutch situations, he grips the bat so hard that he forgets how to hit. He chokes.
This A-Rod steroids scandal is just one more obstacle for fans trying to enjoy spring training and look forward to a new season of baseball. We've already got the unnecessary expensive new stadium and its expensive new seats and all the high contracts for new pitchers.
We just want them to play ball. We want to try to forget about all of this other stuff. But how can we?