No, A-Rod doesn’t say anything about us as a culture


On the one hand I like it when baseball stories break into the mainstream. You want more people talking about and thinking about baseball, right? It’s a good thing.

But then when it actually happens you end up with stuff like this:

… there are a lot more important things to think about than the trials and tribulations of professional sports figures. But the case of A-Rod opens a window to give us a view of where we are—and where we need to be going—as a culture.

See, no matter how much I love his game, how anyone can look at A-Rod and say anything meaningful about where we are as a culture is beyond me. He was an athletic freak from the youngest of ages, held separate and apart — and usually above — normal people. From the time he hit the bigs he has been elevated even higher. And he has done so on a pile of money most of us could never fathom.

I don’t know what makes that guy tick or whether he’s a narcissist or any other number of things he’s been called. But boy howdy I’m not sure how he, of all people, can tell us where “we” are as a culture, let alone where we need to be going.

Let’s end spring training now, you guys

Getty Images

There’s a saying that goes “nothing good ever happens after 2AM.” It can also be said that nothing good ever happens after, say, week 5 or 6 of spring training.

Today, for instance, are a lot of inconsequential games. Those are neutral. Then there are a rash of these sorts of incidents which just went down today, all of which are bad:

Archer seems to be OK for now. Moncada walked off his thing and went back into the game. We’re still waiting to hear on Bumgarner and Ichiro. If there is anything serious with them we’ll update as we learn things.

But really, guys: Spring Training is too long. Even in a year like this one, when it’s a tad shorter than usual because of an early start to the regular season. Everyone who was gonna get their timing down well enough to make a big league roster has already done so. If someone isn’t healthy and in playing shape now, they’re not gonna be six days from now for Opening Day. The cake, as they say, is baked.

All that can happen is possessed-by-the-devil baseballs attacking unsuspecting players and injuring them in meaningless exhibitions. Let’s cease all baseball now until the regular season starts. Out of an abundance of caution.