Friday, May 1, 2015
Posted by el duque at 6:04 AM
MLB's army of lawyers couldn't take him down. The tag team of Brute Bernard and Skull Murphy - alias Luipica and Madden - couldn't pull him under. Not even Hal Steinbrenner and his castle of flying monkeys could make him surrender. Somehow, A-Rod played on. Good grief, he might yet outlast Didi Gregorius!
But now comes the ultimate dragon, the one that no knight ever defeats.
It's one thing to return from adversity and a home run. In Hollywood, that's where the movie ends. A-Rod touches home plate, gets mobbed, and the credits roll. But in life, there is tomorrow's game, and then the game after that. In early April, A-Rod wowed his critics and proved again that he was once a great player, regardless of what super-soldier elixirs he ingested. But last week, he looked like a geezer pushing 40, who would sell his soul for a bloop single. A long slog of a season looms. A-Rod needs only look out to Carlos Beltran in RF to see what he might soon become. And he better not hope that Beltran is protecting him in the order.
In the end, they all crumble. King Kong may swat down a plane, but he always plunges to his death. Old Yeller always gets shot, and Free Willy always turns up in some Eskimo's lamp. For A-Rod, the end will be ugly - a loud chorus of boos, probably even from the Yankee side. It won't be fun. It won't be pretty. But it cannot be averted.
Of course, this might merely be a spring slump, a market correction. But A-Rod, at .240, may be finally meeting the boogeyman. Tonight in Fenway, he'll hear the future.