thinking out loud

i keep reading/seeing/whatevering chatter about the inevitability of a-rod opting out of his contract for greener, gentler pastures. the world, whether they're for or against his departure, seems to be convinced that he'll leave new york. i don't have a prediction to make. i know what i'd prefer to happen, though admittedly were i as brilliant at my work yet so constantly abused i'd have given you ungrateful fucks the finger long ago. but he's still here, and has given no indication that he wants to be anywhere else. people point to his agent, and money, but realistically how much more is he going to get? realistically, how many perennially contending teams are going to be able to afford him? why would anyone think the yankees wouldn't go all out in an effort to keep him? he also seems to have a keen sense of his place in history (and i'm not trying to go all mystique and aura on your asses you guys, i'm really not) and wouldn't finishing his career here, bigger and brighter than so many of the monument park crew, look real pretty on that resume, on that HOF plaque? not to mention sticking around and destroying records would be the best fuck you of all to the ignorant putzes in the pressbox and in the stands, if laying his vengeance down upon thee (sorry replacement level, it was just too wonderful not to steal) is his motivating factor. as a long term fuck you, it's perfect. in 50 years, no one's going to remember mike lupica or steve phillips or [insert frothing at the mouth with hatey nonsense writer/broadcaster here] said, or what the crackheaded i miss the 90s contingent thought. all that's gonna be left is numbers, bitches.

what do i know, though. i still look at the guy and can't believe he's even here, like the first hot flushes of love when you look at your significant other and wonder what the hell they're doing with you and how'd you get so lucky. unfortunately both baseball and men usually end up disappointing me, so i guess i'll just keep on hoping for the best and expecting the worst.

Labels: team a-rod