I won’t stop collecting Alex Rodiguez cards any time soon

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As a teenager, my bedroom walls were filled with posters
of New York Yankees players. Jeter. Bernie. Tino. Perfect Games. World Series
titles. The high point was about 20. I had a big room.
Yet, there was a poster of someone who did not play for
the Yankees and I never thought he would. I just loved the way he played
baseball. He was a smooth shortstop. A gifted hitter. The Natural and Prodigy
stayed side-by-side on my wall for years.
Alex Rodriguez was a favorite player from pretty much the
first time I saw. There was something beautiful about his swing, the way it
glided through the strike zone and crushed home runs. But seeing ARod was
limited because he was in Seattle and MLB.TV was not a thing yet.
Around 1999, I went to a Yankees game with my siblings.
They were playing the Mariners and I got to see him up close. My sister had to
drop something off for the Mariners from her company, so we had tickets from
her company in the family section. She handed off the package over the wall
and, in turn, we got a signed baseball from Alex Rodriguez. He was standing
right there, just a few steps away. I didn’t get a chance to talk to him, but I
didn’t care. Two of my favorite ballplayers were in the building and I was
going to get to see them both.
The internet obviously changed the way we track players
and games. I followed ARod’s career even as he joined the Texas Rangers and
bashed more and more home runs.
Though, I was naïve. For years, I rooted for ARod to
break the home run record, to overcome Bonds’ dirty record. I would always say,
ARod would do it, and he would be clean. Clearly, I was wrong.
The day everything came out about ARod, a few people were
quick to point how much I rooted for him and his “clean” ways. I was kind of
sad, definitely disappointed. But it didn’t go as deep as some would think. A
lot of that had to do with the way I rooted for sports then. By then, I had
stopped going to 40 games a year sitting in the right field bleachers at Yankee
Stadium. My fandom was tempered much in part because I realized the baseball I
grew up with was already tainted. Most of the players I cheered or booed had
taken some sort PED. Throughout the history of baseball there are stories of
players using something to get an edge, long before The Steroid Era.
What made ARod different? Probably the lies. Probably the
way he seemed to show no remorse. Probably the huge contract. Probably all of
that.
In 1998, when Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa were chasing
Maris’ record, I stood by the phone at work waiting to hear if it would happen
because I couldn’t watch it on television. I had a nervous excitement all night
and the call came at work to let me know that McGwire indeed broke the record.
With all the types of records that happened in baseball before I was born, it
felt meaningful to be around for this one.
Those feelings didn’t cease existing because of PEDs. They
still happened. I was still a happy teenager. I just view sports with a
different lens now.
The same is true with ARod. The years I spent buying his
cards and methodically placing them into sleeves for a binder doesn’t change
because he made poor decisions – many poor decisions. There are plenty of
people who hate him because of the lies and the PEDs, and they are allowed to.
But I never like to presume to understand the choices someone makes when I
haven’t lived their life.
After the admission of steroids or whatever else he took,
after that terrible book about him came out, I still walked into Yankee Stadium
wearing an ARod shirt. People didn’t like it, but then again we all make
choices we have to live with.
I am still rooting for him. I hope one day he finds peace.
But, in the meantime, while he is still playing for the New York Yankees, I
will be rooting for him to succeed – and collecting his cards along the way.

 

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8 thoughts on “I won’t stop collecting Alex Rodiguez cards any time soon

  1. There's more to being a sports fan than just the final record. Humans make mistakes…sometimes big ones. Who am I to judge? If you enjoy watching him do what he does, that's what matters. It's not like he killed anyone…THAT would be hard to overlook. The Times-Herald Record out of Middletown, NY gave his story significant coverage, and I read it on the days we got it…what went on last year would not have lost me as a fan of his if I knew enough about baseball to be a fan of specific players.

  2. For years, I held grudges again athletes who made poor decisions off of the field. The first one that pops into my head is Pete Rose. But with age, two things happened:

    #1 I learned to forgive some athletes, depending on their situations.
    #2 I learned to separate the person from the player.

    These days… I collect the player, not the person. More importantly… I collect pieces of cardboard of athletes, not cardboard featuring role models. If I did, the only cards I'd have in my collection would be cards of my mom, dad, and a handful of other family members, teachers, and friends.

  3. Great post. I've felt that way about him for a few years. I admit I've also mocked him and gave him crap but you couldn't deny his talent and ability. i feel the same way about Bonds, so I was happy he broke the records he did, even if they were tainted.

    As I've said many times, sports today is more entertainment than abilities, while it sucks, I still enjoy watching the games. For the record, I have no plans of dumping my A-Rod cards anytime soon, and I'm not even a Yankees fan. I still have all my Bonds cards too.

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