The impending fall of A-Rod

Lately, the Murdoch-mind meat media has run 24/7 galleries of A-Rod: with his new babe, with his golf instructor, with a parking meter, with his car, at the mall, eating, thinking, A-rodding, the A-Rod Entertainment Network, streaming A-Rod, all A-Rod, all the time. Look! See A-Rod now.

It's the age-old battle: Star v. Paparazzi.

And guess who always loses. Yeahp. The star. In this case, unfortunately, the star happens to be our alternative to Eduardo Sissorshands Nunez.

 

Here’s what’s going to happen. A-Rod will snap. He punches a guy. He gets sued. His evil face makes the National Enquirer cover. It’s A-Rod v. the People. The Feds investigate. What is A-Rod hiding? Did A-Rod pay his taxes? Why does A-Rod hate America? He's arrested. He's tazered. He pleads guilty. He's sentenced. He's shanked in a prison yard. He's buried at Forest Lawn. He's played by Cate Blanchett in the movie. She wins the Oscar. She starts dating Madonna. The paparazzi close in. She snaps. She punches a guy...

It's never cool, defending A-Rod.

 

He's too filthy rich. He's too insincere. He's too full of himself. He didn't hit against Detroit. He'll never hit 40 HRs again. We’re tired of his show. And we understand our roles in it. The superstar must crash to earth. And we must mock him at every turn. It HAS to happen. No one can stop it.

But consider this:

 

I’ve never seen A-Rod jog out a grounder.

Not once.
Just sayin.