When faced with one of life's struggles, it is human nature for one to develop coping mechanisms
to see him or herself through the hard times. A soldier, for example, may take to telling jokes to get his mind of the horrors of war, or a Yankees fan from California may try to convince herself the she can be equally passionate about the Chargers
after the Yanks' fail to make it out of the ALDS (again
) - such simple trickery of one's mind
can prove invaluable in the preservation of sanity. As with most things though, there is a fine line between normal, healthy behavior and a dangerous foray into self-indulgent immaturity
that not only hinders one's emotional health but is just goddamn annoying.
This weekend the baseball world was subject to two such displays, and both were courtesy of folks associated with our dearly beloved Yankees. After suffering a sickening and downright embarrassing loss to the A's on Saturday - an occurrence worthy of deep shame and regret, no question - the overworked and underperforming Dr. Proctor dealt with his frustration by setting fire to his glove near the dugout. While I sympathize with Scotty's fury, in my professional opinion it is generally advisable to hold off on indulging one's inner pyromaniac until a situation truly deserving of such teenage melodrama arises, like getting dumped by a cheating boyfriend. Even then, common sense and a shred of dignity usually steers a person to their own backyard (or the driveway of the aforementioned boyfriend, which I feel brings a touch of class to the situation) rather than a 55,000-capacity sports stadium.
Doc Proc's antics were ridiculous, but the team can be comforted by the knowledge that it wasn't particularly offensive, just moronic (he has to buy a new glove now, what a waste of cash dollars). Cynthia Rodriguez, A-Rod's wife and baby mama, took things up a notch the next day when she showed up to the stadium to cheer for her hubby sporting a tank emblazoned with a nice "Fuck You" in chic Olde English lettering. Yes, she was with her child. Yes, there were other children in the vicinity. Yes, parents were fucking pissed. I'm sure the constant media scrutiny and lambasting of her husband (oh and that stripper thing) make it difficult to refrain from cursing at (or strangling) people on a daily basis, but it baffles the mind that an adult woman - especially one in the public eye, and especially the wife of a man about whom there is already plenty of controversy - could put that shirt on, take a gander in the mirror, drive to the Bronx, walk into the stadium, take her seat, and not realize that perhaps that was not the best idea. However, it does make me consider that perhaps A-Rod could have been hanging out with that "mystery blonde" back in May not for sexual purposes but because he needed adult companionship with a woman possessing marginal intelligence.
The good news is that these public displays of idiocy probably can't make things any worse for the team; they are losing plenty well without any additional detraction.
Labels: a-rod trouble, haha...ha., sketchy, you make me sick