Let’s have a hand for Alex Rodriguez.
Back in February A-Rod was King Clown of the sports world. He denied he took steroids, then sort of admitted it, then admitted some more of it and then held the most awkward press conference in history.
But, to his credit, he has since stopped listening to his army of sycophants, shut his mouth and just played ball. Now Alex is playing well on the best team in the game and has gone six months without the remotest controversy. When is the last time you shook your head about something he said? See what I mean?
A-Rod looks better every day as new sports clowns have risen up to take his place. It’s a list that seems to grow longer as each day passes.
Brett Favre, the new active leader in stupidity. Just go away.
Lance Armstrong, who fought with his own teammate and the drug testers on the Tour de France.
Michael Vick, who killed dogs but is now somehow easier to root for than Favre.
Omar MInaya, who somehow blamed a beat writer for his assistant GM being a nutcase.
Michael Phelps, much better in water than out.
Rick Pitino, a long-time paragon of family values who cheated on his wife with the Makeup Queen of Kentucky, paid for an abortion and now still wants to coach.
I’m sure I’m forgetting a few people. The point is, you can recover from a case of acute clownishness. Just keep quiet, play ball and somebody else will arrive on the scene soon enough and make everybody forget about you.
So on behalf of grateful Yankees fans, atta boy, Brett. Please tell us again how difficult this decision was for the 1,675th time.
UPDATE, 4:13 p.m.: The people have spoken. I forgot forgetful David Ortiz, Manny Ramirez and his female fertility drugs, Roger Clemens and a few other purveyors of foolishness. The point stands: A-Rod has done well to move down the list. Hopefully he stays in that mode.