A-Rod’s scruples, or lack thereof, are in the news again. With the Yankees up by one run in the 9th inning last night, Matsui and A-Rod on base, and two outs, Jorge Posada hit a routine pop up. John McDonald and Howie Clark converged and stared up at the ball, and as Rodriguez ran between them towards third, he suddenly shouted something; Clark froze, and the ball dropped in. Per LoHud,
"The Blue Jays are not pleased with Alex Rodriguez. They said he yelled, “Mine!” as he passed behind Howie Clark in the ninth inning. Clark backed off the pop-up and it led to the Yankees scoring three runs.
“I’ve never seen it happen, maybe I’m naive but I thought it was a bush-league play. That’s not Yankee pride right there,” Toronto manager John Gibbons said.
Clark said that in all his time in baseball, he had never experienced such a thing."
Oh, give me a break. Sure -- I've seen corked bats, pine tarred balls, omnipresent amphetamines, and rampant unchecked steroid use... but yelling "mine" as you pass a fielder?!? I am shocked, sir! What of the integrity of the game?
Personally, I get a kick out this stuff. Dirty plays that might get someone hurt are dangerous, and no fun to watch; but as far as I'm concerned, anything and everything goes when messing with your opponent's head. After McDonald and Clark and even Gibbons finished barking at him, A-Rod stood at third clearly trying to suppress a grin, and not quite succeeding. Ha! Matsui scored on the play, and The Yanks went on to win 10-5.
"I just said, 'Ha!', that's it," A-Rod explained on the postgame show. Funny, that's what I said. "Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't."
Look, I wish I could offer more lofty sentiments, but let’s be honest. At this point in the Yankees’ season, if getting an actual win requires A-Rod to screw thirteen transvestite prostitutes, on a pile of corked bats, in front of Babe Ruth’s plaque in Monument Park? Fine.