A HOLE

I have never liked Alex Rodriguez and while I think he is a great ball player, I would never put him in the same category as a Babe Ruth, or Hank Aaron. Alex Rodriguez has 647 homers and he has some truly impressive stats but he is still shit. This guy likes to think of himself as baseball's savior but how long did it take him to win a world tittle? 15 years and three teams. Baseball is a team sport and rarely does one player have the ability to carry a club.

This fucker has been running around acting like his ridiculous contract makes him special but honestly he is not. With his looming suspension he is insisting that he will continue to be with his team when they want nothing to do with him. This guy is full of shit and a shinning example of how hubris tends to make you forget that you are human. I hate this guy's attitude. Derek Jeter is a far better leader and classier individual than this self righteous asshole.

This ass did not make the Yankees a championship dynasty, the Yankees were already a big deal before they picked up that stupid contract of his. Alex Rodriguez is a product of having a great management team, the kind of team that could convince anyone that eating shit is good for you.

GOODBYE DARRYL STRAWBERRY

My friend Darryl Strawberry could be controversial and narrow minded. Darryl was often difficult to deal with, while at the same time attempting to be sweet and easy to get along with. It was Darryl's nature to be accessible and normal, even though normalcy was never an option. Darryl transcended color, as life should never be about color, or even the texture and look we are afforded as living beings. Darryl grew differently than his peers and knew that he would be special, his towering nature made him a uniquely gifted being, put on this earth for a special purpose.

Today I find myself asking about Darryl's choices. Perhaps if Darryl had not been so self destructive he would still be a being among us. This life, this nature is so hard and difficult that the pressure gets around. Darryl's sensitive and sometimes gruff exterior overpowered the common sense that's simple to get but impossible to always employ. Darryl's violent nature would lead to so many difficult encounters.

One day Darryl would walk into a planet smoothie and find himself fighting a knife fight unarmed, and loudly. Darryl is dead now, a part of something greater, still sweet, and often impossible escape. Darryl is a vital part of the smoothie, one made by life. May you be blessed Darryl Strawberry, life was a difficult proposition from the beginning.

This is not about the ball player, it's about my pet strawberry named Darryl, which ended up in a smoothie I special ordered, pretty sure the ball player is still alive.