My emotional well being
February 12th, 2007I’ll tell you what I don’t need: Endless psychoanalysis of the enigma that is Alex Rodriguez for the next nine months. Sadly, it might be inevitable. New York is a baseball town and with pitchers and catchers headed to Florida this week, baseball talk seems to be on the menu. Not much else going on. A-Rod is coming off his worst season as a pro. In his last game, a playoff loss to the Tigers, he batted 8th. The whole world wants to know how this is going to go.
I just got done with football season, otherwise known as worrying about how mentally fragile Eli Manning is and now its time for baseball season, otherwise known as worrying about how mentally fragile A-Rod is and what Derek Jeter should do about it. I can’t take it.
There was a moment during the Super Bowl when I thought to myself: “Eli is better than Rex Grossman and that makes me happy.”
That inner peace was shattered two says later when A-Rod held a press conference in Manhattan to announce the release of his new Children’s book. Apparently the whole thing was a major fiasco, with a reporter nearly being arrested. You know what the book is about: A young baseball player who puts too much pressure on himself and makes a big error. God, please help me.


