"It's okay honey, Daddy will be home as soon as Madonna tells him it's okay."
Following up on previous posts about my Yankees hate is this great story about Alex Rodriguez, Madonna and Thanksgiving.
“Access Hollywood” reports that Cynthia, who’s in the final stages of her divorce from A-Rod, wrote an e-mail to a confidant noting: “My 6-foot-3, 220-pound soul-less, soon-to-be ex-husband is abandoning his kids on Thanksgiving to be with Madonna . . . She called and he ran on her command back to New York City . . . Gross!”
You see, I hate A-Rod just as much as I hate the Yankees. It’s not because of what you might think though. I am GLAD he’s not a Mariner. I’m glad he turned down the Mariners offer to set the record for biggest contract ever, which he then broke with his Yankees extension (that no other team in the entire league would have even come close to). I am mature enough to know that athletes always take the most money. I’m mature enough to know that “loyalty” does not exist except in the rarest of cases. I’m mature enough to know that it doesn’t really matter how much money a player makes as you’d rather have your team spend that money on players than keep it all to themselves, but I just don’t like A-Rod. At all. He is the quintessential Scott Boras client. All the stuff about him sucking in the clutch is true and he’s probably the fakest person ever to hit the public spotlight in my lifetime. Plus, Albert Pujols is better.
