Alex Rodriguez is a Hopeless Flirt
The New York Post, doing what they do best, namely reporting on sports and stirring up a thick brew of gossip at the same time, posted one doozy of a story this morning. Namely, that gadfly, cad, and (quickly thumbs through thesaurus) rakish scoundrel, Alex Rodriguez, spent his time flirting with spectators instead of feverishly hitting baseballs in the cage, attempting vainly to stave off age and time.
The Post reports:
“After being replaced in the bottom of the eighth inning in Game 1 of the American League Championship Series, the highest-paid Yankee openly flirted with a pair of pretty women two rows behind the dugout — even sending them a ball bearing a note asking for their phone numbers, a witness told The Post.”
Naturally, the story features plenty of people indignant that a man, one who owns his own framed unicorn picture, would dare flirt with girls during something as important as a baseball game. Not that I can’t understand where the anger is coming from, but:
- I doubt this ever would have been reported had Rodriguez been playing well
- If he was playing well, the story would have been “Alex Rodriguez looks to continue streak of good luck off the field too.”
I get it though. Rodriguez hasn’t been hitting. No one really liked him when he was hitting. Now he’s throwing balls to fans and asking for their phone numbers. Derek Jeter would never be so classless— he would have baseballs waiting in a giftbasket for his overnight guests.
With how corporate and soulless baseball can be sometimes, I like that a ballplayer still busts out the ole minor league number on the baseball trick. That’s probably just me, though.