Monday, March 2, 2009

Tom Ver-douche-y's Feb. 16th Article in SI Emits a Bitterness But Very Little Knowledge

Tom Verducci, who I'll refer to as Ver-douchey, whines like a kid who is tired of getting the same baseball cards (known as doubles) and never learned that to get different cards he needed to go to a different neighborhood. So he kept purchasing them and continued to get the same players and it just irritated him to no end.

Then one day he discovered there was a way to avoid all of this frustration, that he could order the entire set for a fixed amount and not have to deal with the duplicates (doubles) any more.

So he got all the players he liked and just when it seemed like all was well he learns that his favorite players were accused of taking performance enhancers. Now he's mad as hell and wants to tell the world what he thinks of two of the best players who took the drugs, even though one said from the start, that he never knowingly took steroids.

I'm of the belief, several of the players didn't know what they were taking. They only wanted to prolong their careers OR they saw what happened during the Mark McGwire/Sammy Sosa season (1998) and wanted to be a part of that success. The way Bud Selig drooled throughout the entire season was enough to consider such a thing. (It is important to note, Bud made between $17-18 million last season. So to think he hasn't reaped the benefits is to be ostrich-like and bury your head in the sand.)

An excerpt from the article reads as follows: Rodriguez and Bonds are Shakespearean tragedies of the same pharmacology. It isn't just that they cheated the game and perverted its history, which Rodriguez finally admitted to. It's also that each of them was blessed in abundance with every baseball skill-and that still wasn't enough for them.

Mr. Ver-douchey, when is it ever enough? But it isn't only you. Roy Oswalt and now David Ortiz saying how it's cheating. But you played with guys who used the juice, are you willing to turn in your trophies or championship rings? I don't think so. So button it up on the commentary.

The way I see it, Ver-douch-ey, you need to get over it.

As Don Henley, of the Eagles wrote:

I turn on the tube what do I see/a whole lot of people crying don't blame me

they point their crooked little fingers at everybody else/ spend all their time feelin' sorry for them selves

victim of this victim of that /your momma's too thin; and your daddy's too fat


Get over it get over it

ya don't want to play then you might as well split

get over it, get over it

It's like going to confession every time I hear you speak /you're making the most of your losing streak

some call it sick, but I call it weak

yeah, yeah, yeah!

Yeah, you drag it around like a ball and chain

you wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain

you wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown

got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down

ya bitch about the present and blame it on the past

I'd like to find your inner child and kick it's little ass!

Get over it, get over it

All this bitchin' and moaning and pitching a fit

Get over it, get over it.

(thanks to Don Henley for the motivation to lay it on Mr. Ver-douchey, just a little bit more.)

Kevin Marquez