I can absolutely understand why workaday stiffs like Jeter would come back to the locker room from another magazine shoot or marketing meeting for his perfume, and look across at A-Rod and think, "What's with that guy?"
A-Rod's been his own worst enemy in many cases over the years: making stupid comments; that Details shoot; sleeping with Mandonna...but a small story that slipped out during the World Series really puts Mr. Rod in perspective...
He has paintings of himself as mythical creatures. A centaur to be specific.
Yes. You read that right.
"He was so vain," his ex tells Us Weekly. "He had not one, but two painted portraits of himself as a centaur. You know, the half man, half horse figure?"
Loved this response from The Superficial:
If it's a horse's upper body with A-Rod's legs, that man just won my respect for life. I don't care if he fucked Madonna, you can't deny that level of badass. The closest I ever came was commissioning a painting of a bear with my entire body as his left arm. That mountain lion it was fighting didn't know what the fuck.
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And yet every single account of A-Rod around the Yankees this year, plus the testimony of his on-field performance, suggests that he's finally grown up and put all that crap behind him. So really, why harp on this now? Give the guy a break.
You can't really expect me to leave that story alone, can you? It's hilarious.
Look, I'm a minority among Sox fans in that I actually DON"T have a problem with A-Rod. If anything good comes from this Championship, it's that the asshole Yankee fans will get off this guy's case.
He's arguably the best player of his generation, and has done nothing in New York but put up MVP numbers, yet he couldn't "join the club" til he had a ring?
Fucking ungrateful morons. As if Jeter would have any rings if not part of a team that also included HOFers Pettitte and Rivera and a host of other top-drawer talent.
But, yeah, I'm gonna make fun of anyone who has paintings of himself hanging in his house—especially if they are as mythical beasts.
Yeah, that's a new kind of vain. Plenty of people have paintings of themselves. But despite the fact that you can play the sport better than anyone else, in a league of people already considered the best, you still don't get to get away with paintings of you as mythos.
My cousin's husband Tom is exactly the sort of Yankee Fan/A-Rod Hater you're talking about. I can't wait to talk to him at Thanksgiving dinner. "So, how you likin' A-Rod now? 'Clutch' enough for you?"
I can absolutely understand why workaday stiffs like Jeter would come back to the locker room from another magazine shoot or marketing meeting for his perfume, and look across at A-Rod and think, "What's with that guy?"
LOL
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