The Alex Rodriguez hits just keep on coming. Selena Roberts new book on A-Rod not only details some of his alleged steroid abuse beyond what he’s admitted to, but also that A-Rod grew, oh, how can we say this? Boobs. Man boobs to be exact. And his nickname amongst the Yankee clubhouse circa 2005 was “B***h T**s.” This and more in-depth looks into Major League Baseball brought to you by Sports Illustrated!
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Eat My Sports: I’m shipping up to Boston
Let me start this whole thing off by saying I have an awesome girlfriend, oh and by the way guys, Merry Christmas! The aren’t many things in this world that come close to my passion for the Red Sox, which is why almost five months ago, and well before Christmas, I was presented with my … present.
You see, her intentions for my present exceeded her ability to actually obtain said gift. So round about the second week of December, I was called into our office room and was told the following: “I don’t know how to work this damn thing, I’m taking you to Fenway for your gift, make this work.” Ah, can you feel the romance? Continue reading Eat My Sports: I’m shipping up to Boston
Old man Yankee
In our continuing effort to bring the least biased sports coverage out there (as long as it’s not against the Red Sox, Redskins, Steelers, Patriots or Rick’s bowling league) we bring you the latest newsflash that the New York Yankees are old.
We may have touched on Alex Rodriguez a bit, but in the latest part of the saga for number B-12 13 for the Bronx Bombers, A-Rod may need hip surgery. That’s right, the same surgery you hear your granpda complaining about as he sips his gin and smells like mothballs.
The surgery may be brought on by a cyst that was discovered while Rodriguez was working out for the Dominican Republic baseball team, even though he is from the United States. Look how his accent changes from this Peter Gammons interview (soooo American) to this contrived Latino accent in this commercial for the World Baseball Classic!
No confirmed reports have come out yet that the cyst was brought on by Roger Clemens, Barry Bonds and Miguel Tejada taking turns injecting Rodriguez in the bum with Mark McGwire juice.
Take it from Snee: Let the bums into the Hall of Fame (A-Rod Edition)
Now that the press is soiling itself over Alex Rodriquez’s admission to using steroids (courageously made after his failed test results hit the press), I’ve been thinking more about a piece I wrote back in 2007 when the Mitchell Report was released.
Personally, I’ve always taken it with a grain of salt anytime someone waxes philosophically about the “Clean Days of Baseball.” The history of the sport’s more saccharine than a fundamentalist’s interpretation of the 1950s: everyone got along (in their segregated leagues), they were good sports (Chicago Black Sox) and substance-free (Dock Ellis).
Now that he’s “come clean,” I was wondering when the League would get involved. I mean, either they’re against doping or they are for it. A lack of consequences is clearly a silent vote for “Please break some more crusty old records and raise our ticket sales!”
True to fashion, Rodriguez practiced with his team, uneventfully. There’s been no talk of suspension, fines or even mandatory PSA from the Yankees or MLB. Meanwhile, Michael Phelps faced criminal charges for a f#%king photograph and fortunately avoided arrest by not admitting that the pipe contained marijuana.
So, let me restate for the record: let the bums into the Hall of Fame. If professional athletes want to use steroids, HGH and whatever else sucks nads to grow muscles, go ahead. Continue reading Take it from Snee: Let the bums into the Hall of Fame (A-Rod Edition)
Eat My Sports: I’m not finished with you yet, A-Roid
Alright, so the roiding scandal of one Alex Rodriguez has been out in the public for roughly a week and a half. And while the Yankees slugger is getting rightfully grilled by every media outlet, a few (*cough* ESPN, *cough* Peter Gammons) are letting A-Rod off the hook by not digging deeper into a story, or by tossing him up a creampuff question that he can slam easier than those 156 steroid-infused home runs at Texas.
So, sure the Material Boy hasn’t given us the answers we’re craving, though he did finally realize that frosted tips are sooooooooo 2001. I am here to give you the true words behind his vague answers in hopes that I can truly help you understand what it’s like to be a baseball player with lipstick. Continue reading Eat My Sports: I’m not finished with you yet, A-Roid
Eat My Sports: No free passes
This past weekend was a relatively quieest one. I wait tables on Saturdays, so I went into work a bit early, and went through my Saturday routine of eating my breakfast while watching SportsCenter. First few minutes, nothing big. There were a few basketball highlights that I could’ve cared less about, the same Michael Phelps’ photo re-played about half a dozen times. Then the bottom line came up with breaking news, Alex Rodriguez, the heir apparent to restore legitimacy to baseball’s hallowed records, had tested positive for steroids in 2003.
The gut reaction was joy. I went through all the signs I could make when I go to see the Sox and Yankees at Fenway in April. “A-Roid” was my favorite, “Material Roid” and “Like A Syringe, Hitting for the Very First Time” were another couple of my timely classics. I high fived some friends and texted my fellow Sox fans, but then the truth settled in, if Rodriguez was guilty, then everyone was guilty. Continue reading Eat My Sports: No free passes
This is why you’re paying increased prices
Yankee Stadium will make its public debut on April 16, when the Yanks are scheduled to face the Cleveland Indians. However, we’ve got a pretty good idea what we’ll be seeing the first time we cross the threshold of Baseball’s Cathedral 2.0 — Sony devices and branding, as far as the eye can see.
Well, those of you that can actually afford to go to the game, that is.
Sony Electronics and the Pinstripers announced Thursday of last week that they’d signed an agreement designating Sony the official consumer electronics manufacturer of the Yankees. What’s this mean? Well, Sony gets a prominent advertisement on the right-field wall (as well as a number of diorama ads in the concourse), and the new stadium gets over 550 Bravia and LCD HD televisions for the high-roller suites, and a PS3 gaming area in the park’s “Strike Zone.” Oh, also, the Yanks’ new mascot is Polygon Man. That’s a fair trade-off, right? Sure, if you’re into decadence.
Eat My Sports: Now, more than ever
If any of you out there had grown soft over the New York Yankees because they didn’t make the playoffs this past year, or because Darth Vader Al Davis George Steinbrenner had finally stepped down from the day-to-day operations of the team, then the past few weeks should have been a swift reminder as to why you should hate the New York Yankees.
Most people think I’m just a bitter Red Sox fan moaning over the fact that my boys weren’t able to land prized free agent Mark Teixeira. They could not be further from the truth. I never understood why Theo Epstein wanted Tex to begin with. We were already loaded with an All-Star infield, and were in no need of a first baseman, especially with Kevin Youkilis emerging as one of the game’s premier players. There was no room or need for Teixeira, or another $180 million on the books. Continue reading Eat My Sports: Now, more than ever
Eat My Sports: &%$@ it, I’m becoming a women’s basketball fan
Don’t read to much into the headline children, that was a direct quote, from a New York Yankees fan.
I love baseball so much more now. Sure, the Boston Red Sox are 4.5 games back of the Tampa Bay Rays and only one game up in the Wild Card. However, my main goal of the season, as a Sox fan, was no matter what the outcome, just to be ahead of NY when the final game of the season came to an end. Truth be told, I’m honestly really hoping for a post-Manny playoff push now, but the fact that the Yankees are almost down and out brings a smile to my face. Continue reading Eat My Sports: &%$@ it, I’m becoming a women’s basketball fan
Eat My Sports: Best and worst of the trade deadline
Stop your complaining about me not addressing the Brett Favre issue yet, I’ll have plenty of time for that when Aaron Rodgers commits himself to an asylum.
The media circus last week revolved mainly around the trade deadline, who (specifically Manny Ramirez) was going where, and who was going to get what. In one of the busiest deadlines I’ve ever witnessed, we saw three future Hall of Famers get shipped, and some for some questionable returns. You know what time it is kids, time to find out who got the good, and who got screwed. Continue reading Eat My Sports: Best and worst of the trade deadline