Random Monday Fact

About myself:

I have an insanely large collection of Alex Rodriguez baseball cards, because as a teenager (*ahem* and..uh..20-something-er) I had the biggest crush on him since Fatal Attraction.  It started at a spring training game in Tucson right before his first full year, when no one outside of the crazy baseball die-hards knew who he was, and he was all but ignored by all the fans waiting outside to get a glimpse of his teammate, Ken Griffey Jr.  When I talked about him people would scrunch their eyebrows in confusion.  “Who?”

Yes, it is true…I loved A-rod before loving A-rod (or, more often than not, hating A-Rod) was cool.  Before the ridiculous contracts, the cheating, the banging celebrity chicks, the steroid scandals.  

Don’t get me wrong, I am still a fan, and I have watched his career in the last 13 years or so closer than just about anyone, but something was definitely lost along the way.

That being said, now that I no longer possess a desire to mother his children, what I am left with is sheer admiration for his game.  Because say what you want…and you will..he is amazing.  I have watched it all, in Seattle, in Texas, in New York.  I have watched him become a part of the 40/40 club, have seen him bat the cycle, seen him master both short stop and third, seen all of the record breaking years.  

It is time for a ring.

Go get ‘em, Yanks.