Curiously, Rodriguez chose one of the best days of his professional life to moan that he could "win three World Series" and it wouldn't be enough to satisfy people.

actually, jackass, rodriguez is right. it's hysterical that about half the writers i've read so far this morning chose this remark to write a self-righteously pouty column around (attn bischer: mike lupica's so offended you'd think arod said that lupica's mom likes how arod does close and late), and the other half have written pieces peppered with backhanded compliments and david ortiz clutch stats.

he could win four world series, two more mvp awards and a gold glove every year from here on out and some idiot somewhere would still be crowing the tired favorites: "LOL THE MARINERS AND RANGERS GOT BETTER WHEN HE LEFT! CURSE OF A-FRAUD! LOL," "WAAAH I STILL DON'T LIKE HIS PERSONALITY WAAAH," and "252 MIL!"

going to stop reading now, because if i have to read one more tiresome arod isn't clutch or a true yankee insinuations on a day when new york needs to be thanking their lucky fucking stars they have him, because baby jesus knows and i know the yankees would have been TOAST this year without him and i'm probably pretty sure it's difficult for an entire team to drop dead in the first round of the playoffs if THEY DON'T GET THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE, i am going to vomit everywhere.

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