A-Rod should call a truce, pinky swear, wear a friendship ring, or whatever Hal, Hank, and Cash want him to do.
The most elastic scandal in sports history, A-Rod’s trysts and turns seem to reach its nadir every week – before sinking deeper into infamy.
A-Rod makes it impossible for anyone but his lawyers to defend him. And they do so because he pays them. What’s your excuse?
The PED crucible, which we hoped would be microscopic by now, just won’t go away. It’s turned into a twisted game show of “Name That Cheat.”
Cano’s apparent apathy, as much as risk or age or injury, should be a major concern for the Yankees, who are making a serious statement whether they sign him or wave goodbye to the last prince their farm produced.
Darth Vader is dying. The Evil Empire is collapsing on itself, on its sins and hubris and the assumption that the logo alone was enough. The Yankees don’t scare anyone anymore. They’re just scary.
The eyes of America are indeed on the Bronx these days where a certain slugger will make his home debut tonight at Yankee Stadium.
The saddest irony would be seeing Derek Jeter fade before Alex Rodriguez, whose place in the history books is now dubious at best.
It’s time to realize that those who refuse to admit that Rodriguez has royally screwed up are beyond assistance. We will call them “A-Rod Apologists.” You are an “A-Rod Apologist” if you…
Alex Rodriguez has lost his platform and prerogative to advise, to surmise, to sermonize on any matter that requires a modicum of nobility. He has lost his line of credit with mankind.
We aren’t angry at A-Rod because he makes the most money, but because he told the most lies. His montage of malfeasance is galling even by our subterranean standards.
To let Alex Rodriguez slide is to implicitly say that cheating is rewarded at the highest level of the sport. Major League Baseball must make an example of him.
Remember when BALCO fell like the Roman Empire? Somewhere in the ashes, we assumed that a fatal blow was struck against dopers and dealers. We thought that the eye of the steroid storm had drifted off to the sea of history. How’s that going?
Rodriguez is done. Make it easy on yourself, A-Rod, and go away. Let the pastime shed the past you did so much to stain. On June 6 I called for A-Rod to retire, and was told my logic was laughable. Not so funny anymore, is it?
Once Derek Jeter retires — his suddenly balky body is hastening the process — and assuming Mariano Rivera makes good on his curtain call, Harvey will have Broadway to himself.