Feelings, nothing more than feelings. Trying to forget my feelings of love. Teardrops, rolling down on my face. Trying to forget my feelings of love. -Albert Morris
Public Service Announcement: Ok, here we go! I love it. As a Red Sox fan, this gives me great joy. Golden Boy Derek Jeter is wagging his little finger at everybody’s favorite goat, Alex Rodriguez.
Derek Jeter says he is disappointed at all the players, including Alex Rodriguez, who have tainted baseball’s image by using performance-enhancing drugs. Whether Yankees fans want to admit it or not, this is just the kind of thing Jeter has done over the years to keep New Yorkers from embracing A-Broad. If Derek Jeter looked out for A-Rod just once, once, there’d be no more boos for dear old Alex. He hasn’t. The boos remain.
Ever since A-Rod blasted Jeter in that Esquire article, oh so many years ago, Jeter has never had Alex’ back. Never. Not like he had Jason Giambi’s back. Not like he had Andy Pettitte’s back. Not even close. It is no coincidence their lockers were on opposite sides of the old Yankee Stadium clubhouse. It’ll be no coincidence when their lockers are on opposite sides of the new Yankee Stadium clubhouse.
You can blame A-Rod’s contract. You can blame his perceived lack of hitting in the clutch. You can blame Madonna, muscular strippers and the like. Now you can blame steroids. Not me. I blame Derek Jeter. Like my main man Terry Malloy always says, “You was my brother, Charley, you shoulda looked out for me a little bit. You shoulda taken care of me just a little bit so I wouldn’t have to take them dives for the short-end money.”
Peace out homies. Six two and Even!