Alex Rodriguez hasn’t meant all that much out west, mostly because we already did this dance for about five extra years with B. Lamar Bonds. But Giant fans now have a rooting interest, and it will likely be a virulent one.
Rodriguez, who allegedly tried to go chemically straight with our omnipresent scientist to the stars, Victor Conte, homered Sunday off Detroit’s Justin Verlander to move to within a dozen of Willie Mays.
Yeah. That Willie Mays. Feel your blood pressure rising now, kids?
At least it does for you folks who forget that Mays is still now and going to remain the second-best player in the history of the game until many of us are long and safely dead (sorry, Babe Ruth pitched, too). Homers are nice and all, but they aren’t the first, second or fifth tiebreaker.
You may now resume your argument about places 3 through 17,911.
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Tiger Woods remains the favorite for The Masters, The U.S. Open, The British Open and the PGA until further notice, or until he retires, quite possibly with as many majors as he has right now.
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Jason Dufner did not trend after winning the PGA. His right hand probably did, though.
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LeBron James’ spoken flirtation with the presidency of the NBA Players Association does two things. One, it may personalize the union in a useful way, as opposed to the rampant malignancies of the Derek Fisher-v.-Billy Hunter era. Two, it would allow James to embroider “KING AND PRESIDENT” on his underwear, which is a feat no other athlete has ever earned – not even ol’ Fourteen Strokes Behind.
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(And now, even though I really shouldn’t have to – sarcasm alert)
This new Yankee closer Rivera doesn’t seem to have much going for him. It may be time for Joe Girardi to stop stifling Shawn Kelley’s career.
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On a slightly unrelated topic, the traditional mindless bitching about the individual baseball awards is about to begin, because we are already getting Twitter pronunciamentos about how America doesn’t fully understand Joey Votto, or overinflates Max Scherzer’s contributions to the culture.
Well, if it helps, THIS: IT’S AUGUST 12, YOU INTELLECTUAL INVERTEBRATES! WAIT UNTIL LABOR DAY, LIKE A PERSON! NOT EVEN MATT HARVEY CARES ABOUT THE CY YOUNG AWARD YET! YOU HYENAS!
There. I feel much better now.
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And finally, the Jack Clark Lesson: When you say someone has cheated his sport and potentially committed an undetermined number of felonies en route, you’d better have more going for you than seven days of a radio gig.
Some paperwork would be much better. Or at least a month at the station, at the very least.