Yankeetorial: We’re Headed down the A-Hole

The NY Post says Mrs. A-Rod’s legal SWAT team wants all electronic surveillance that No. 13 commissioned on what may be the only woman he ever bagged who hasn’t stripped professionally. Electronic surveillance? Well, isn’t that an A-bomb from A-Rod!

Must be tape of his 500th, right?

Or are we talking about the kind of things that Mini-Me is selling to pay the mortgage these days.

Folks, we are about to experience death by a thousand cuts.

Forget the American League East. The pitchers have reached a great equilibrium with A-Rod. He beats the hell out of them when it doesn’t matter, and they get him when it does. He’s a great player. He earns his money. Future hall of famer. But he has learned – unfortunately – that the more times you strike out with the bases loaded, the less each one hurts individually. So he walks back to the dugout without throwing his bat. That’s good.

But nobody walks back to the dugout after a messy divorce. Not even the greatest hitter in the game. And this is going to get sooooooo messy. This is the full-employment act for headline writers: Every road trip to LA will have some starlet on A-Rod’s list. Every night on the town will have some camera crew watching him.

He is about to become the Lindsay Lohan of baseball.

And every time he bags another ugly back page, it’ll just hurt less and less.

Maybe he already doesn’t feel them.

Jon Papelbon went crazy about his tabloid treatment.

For A-Rod, it would have been just a normal Tuesday.

And here’s where we come in: This is all going to blowback on this team.

Talk about distractions? We might as well play the Tigers with real tigers on the field. News is like water. It always finds the lowest level.

This is not going to stop.

I can’t shake the feeling that this is the year we have long dreaded. The A-Hole is sucking us down.