Crawling To History

It's hard to defend AROD (not pictured) sometimes.

It really is.

His pursuit of 600 home runs can be called nothing short of embarrassing.

Today, my father, who has been watching the Yankees for over 50 years, told me AROD is his least favorite Yankee ever.

That's pretty harsh.
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From a pure talent standpoint, AROD is one of the greatest of all-time.

That's hard to argue.

Yes, his numbers were inflated by his steroid use.

But he did play during the height of the steroid era.

But I'm not making any sweeping moral judgements on Alex based on history right now.
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Instead, I want to talk about his last 40 or so at bats.

Ever since home run 599, AROD has been an absolute mess at the plate.

The man with power to all fields, now has power to none.

If any pitch is mildly in a sweet spot, he's almost toppling-over with self-congratulatory swings.

He's the definition of someone who is pressing.
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It's annoying on so many levels.

Every time he comes to the plate, we have to wait while specially-marked baseballs are brought in so the historic event can be properly documented.

I wonder: Do the balls say "Choker," "wussy," or "egomaniac?"

Or are they really insulting?
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Honestly, I think Derek Jeter needs to punch him in the face.

Alex's chase of a personal goal has put the Yankees' season on pause.

While this guy is putzing at the plate, the Yankees are sputtering.

And worst of all, Tampa is hot as can be.

The Yankees and Rays are now tied for first.
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But Alex doesn't care.

Every time he walks up to the plate, the flashbulbs are going, which is really all that he wants.

All that Alex is thinking about is his 600th.

All that Yankees fans want is a cleanup hitter who picks up his skirt and drives a ball into the gap once in a blue moon.

One day I'll tell my grandkids about AROD's race to history.

I just hope they aren't born by the time he finally ****ing does it!