Saturday, June 26, 2010

Scapegoat is right.

I haven't forgotten.

I thought ARod was going to look into the Dodgers dugout and hole up eight fingers while rounding the bases:

"But, while Torre’s knack was connecting with the players, soothing them, and removing the peripherals that hunted them in New York, he apparently did not connect with or soothe Rodriguez.

What he did was bat him eighth.

Rodriguez heard and came to believe Torre referred to him as a 'pretty boy,' and that Torre had picked a side in the A-Rod-Jeter chill, and in his book fed the 'A-Fraud' drama.

But, none of it stung quite as much as when he arrived at Detroit’s Comerica Park for a division series game one Saturday afternoon, the Yankees playing to extend their season, to discover Torre had chosen his scapegoat.

Rodriguez had one hit in 11 at-bats going into Game 4. He’d batted .358 in September, leading up to the series, and then fallen into another postseason slump. Most believe Torre lost Rodriguez forever that day, had embarrassed him, and everything that came after it simply confirmed to Rodriguez there could never be a relationship between the game’s pre-eminent manager and his superstar third baseman.

A year-and-a-half and 3,000 miles have altered none of a poisoned history."


Torre is lying when he says that he thought he had a good relationship with ARod.

Still trying to make ARod the scapegoat.

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