A-Rod Remains Hateable In Every Way #MLB
Good guys don't have these.
Even while picking up an award Alex Rodriguez will find a way to make you hate him just a little bit more.
Rodriguez was presented with the Babe Ruth Award, given by the New York chapter of the Baseball Writers of America for the postseason most valuable player.
From ESPN.com:
"Postseason MVP. Wow," Rodriguez said Saturday night. Pausing for effect he added, "What's next, the good guy award?"
Way to go A-Rod. You took what should have been a nice moment, what should have been a source of redemption and turned it into a seminar on how to make people dislike you.
‘What’s next, the good guy award?’ No, probably not, but you might win the ‘Biggest Jerkoff Award’ or 'the Ultimate Narcissist as Judged By the Number of Centaur Self-Portraits Award.' Was that some attempt to try and get people to feel sorry for you? Were you trying to let people know that you have been wronged in some way? Was everyone off the mark about you? Have your feelings been hurt, Alex?
You finally won a postseason award because you finally performed in the postseason. It wasn’t a conspiracy. You would win the ‘Good Guy Award’ if you ever figured out how to be a good guy; something that will never happen.
‘Good guys’ don’t feel the need to let people know that they haven’t been getting enough credit for being good guys. Good guys don’t stand in front of a crowd while accepting an award and take thinly veiled shots at everyone for not giving them the credit they think they deserve.
You may have finally figured out how to hit in October. You may have finally won your first championship. You may have even found a way for Derek Jeter to hate you a little less. But from the looks and sound of it, you are years and years away from ever becoming a good guy.
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no, u idiot. it's his way of telling losers like u that u have no damn clue what youre talking about. so many morons like u have called him a choker from the safety and comfort of your stupid little non-achieving soapboxes. well? what does he do? he goes and has a mr. october type postseason and leads his team to the title. so, if he's such a choker, how did he pull that off? i guess idiots like u didnt really know what you were talking about huh? just like idiot haters like you who keep criticizing him as a person when the guy pretty much just usually minds his own business in his personal life. i don't see what makes him such an asshole.
clearly you realize this too, and that's why you're so butthurt about his comments. because they struck a nerve. he called out dipshits like u for being the clueless jackasses that you are.
it must be a pretty pathetic existence to be travis rogers. think about it. when other kids ask their daddies what they do for a living and they say something like "well son, i'm a doctor. i help people get better" or "i'm a teacher/civil engineer/actor/lawyer", all travis rogers can say is "well son, i sit on the couch and be fat, and in between that i log onto my computer and take potshots at people who actually achieve things in life. i also state really obvious things after the fact, like "well, the buckeyes went into the rose bowl and made more plays than the ducks. credit to them". i then wait for praise to come my way in the form of complimentary posts from tool losers like wayne bergeron or that rick reilly wannabe brian becker."
at this point his son is like "so, u don't actually do anything? your a grown man who spends his days poring over the most meaningless details of baseball player's lives and then you just log onto a computer and talk shit about people who are actually out in the world putting it all on the line and making millions of dollars and achieving great things in their field? that's what you do, dad? gee...that's really cool."
at this point travis rogers can see the disappointment in his son's face, he can see that the little guy thinks his old man is a real loser, so he gets on the phone and dials jim rome's number in the hopes that he might be able to grovel for his old job back. of course, it goes straight to voicemail because rome cant pick up at that moment because he's busy with kyle brant's balls in his mouth in the break room.
Wow! Another vitriolic (and lame) diatribe from someone typing in their underwear, trying not to spill the hot pocket on the basement area rug. Boy, you must really make your mother proud.
But you did spell my name right, so your take wasn't a total loss.