Monday, August 5, 2013
They're calling tonight's game "a circus." But you can't have a midway without barkers. Can A-Rod conquer the tabloids?
Posted by el duque at 8:35 AM
And that will just be from the press box.
For the last eight months, many of the professional journalists who cover New York baseball have screamed full-throated indignation about the evil, the greed - the horror, Mr. Kurtz, the horror! - of A-Rod, while assuring us - no, yelling at us - that he will never play another inning for the pristine and innocent New York Yankees! They have furiously called him names, and the list of his wrongdoings transcends sports altogether.
"Just when you thought this Yankee season couldn't get any more embarrassing, A-Rod appears in another photo shoot. Only instead of posing bare-chested and beefcake-style in Central Park, this time he's wearing a T-shirt and jeans."
That's the Daily News' baseball columnist Bill Madden, from May 31, belching bile about A-Rod's choice in wardrobe. Yes, he even hates A-Rod's fashion sense! All year, Madden has assured us - from unnamed sources - that A-Rod is greedy, guilty, obnoxious, pigheaded and only in this for money. This is from June 26.
"He knows (MLB) has the goods on him,” said the source. “Who knows how long the suspension will be — 100 games, whatever — he’ll try to get out ahead of it.”
1. Arrested Development. In fifth grade, every baseball fan who can complete a sentence decides he or she wants to be a sports writer someday. Most of us evolve out of it. They grow up to cover politics or culture, or whatever shows up on the plate. Something keeps sportswriters from never leaving that childhood dream. And some writers - at basic levels - exhibit an element of childishness in everything they produce. They call people names. They don't think incrementally - there are only winners and losers, villains and heroes. And worst of all - they believe authority figures, without questioning them. They automatically follow anybody who wears the silly hat or sits behind the big desk. It's like a trip to the Principal's office.