I CAN Handle the Truth!

A-Rod, do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?

Apparently not.

I understand that you took what was supposed to be an anonymous drug test. I understand the surprise and disappointment you must have experienced when you found out that your name had been leaked. I can even understand the position you were put in and how difficult it must be to deal with this situation.

What I don't understand is this half-butt apology and "explanation." You took steroids. It was made public that you took steroids. You did the right thing by coming out and addressing the fact that you took steroids and apologized. But...taking steroids hasn't been your biggest mistake in all of this. I'm sure many fans had already expected that you might not exactly be clean. That can probably be said for many top players in this so-called "steroid era." You're not alone, but you had an opportunity to be unique. There have been a few players that have admitted to steroid use, but immediately followed with an excuse or a statement of ignorance.

The damage has already been done. You're going to be a "steroid user" for the rest of your career, your life, and long after. The bigger mistake here is that you told half-truths, omitted truths and possible down-right lies. We know, you were "young and stupid" and you "wish you would've went to college." I can't speak for everyone, but I knew that illegal drugs and cheating were wrong long before college. That excuse is tired and pathetic. Just tell the damn truth, already. As much as I dislike you it would've been refreshing to hear you say you knew what you were doing when you took steroids. You were weak (minded) and you made a mistake. You're not the only person in the world who's made a regrettable decision to get ahead. I don't agree with what you did, but I can respect the fact that this business is tough and you've got to keep up with your competition to be successful. I respected the fact that you faced the situation head on and you wasted no time putting your face in front of the camera. What I don't respect is your story changing every nine days.

You took steroids for three years but didn't know exactly what it was you were taking? You got them from GNC? For possibly 5 years now you had no idea what you were putting in your body, but all of a sudden you did a little research and you know exactly what they are now? Oh, and by "over the counter" do you mean "my cousin smuggling in drugs from the Dominican Republic." Alex, the American people aren't this stupid or naive. Well, apparently, they're not as stupid and naive as you are. You screwed up...twice. You're not getting a third strike.

Why I CAN hate Alex Rodriguez

Ron says: “And now I can’t hate him.”

You know what, Ron? I can, and I will.

Where does it end with this guy? The so-called greatest player in the game took steroids??? Noooooo, say it ain’t so. Look, there’s a good chance a lot of great players have taken steroids; many that I’d probably rather not know about, but I’m not naive enough to think that it doesn’t happen. But Alex Rodriguez? This cat doesn’t stop there. It’s not good enough to be the best player in world. His insatiable drive to be liked by everyone supersedes his moral and ethical boundaries. Let me shed some light on this superb human being.

Alex Rodriguez, while having been born in New York City, claims to be Dominican. You’d be better off researching his membership to Planet Beach tanning salon than you would checking any documentation papers. And for someone who (allegedly) lived in the Dominican Republic and Miami, Florida, his accent is about as authentic as Nicholas Cage’s in “Con Air.”
Put the bunny in the box, Alex.
Are you telling me those beautiful green eyes, as clear as a trailer park pool, are his own? Nope. Contacts. I know. You want me to stop. There’s no way A-Rod would stoop to wearing contacts, but he knows no limits, I promise. As hard as it may be to hear this, I owe it to all of you. You WANT the truth. You CAN handle the truth. Between me and you, I don’t think that’s his original hair color. I think it’s actually “Loreal 27 – Sunkissed Blonde.” It’s the box with Lance Bass on the cover. You’ll know it when you see it. “But Deuce, what about his long luxurious lashes? He could be on a Covergirl commericial!” You’re right, he could and he should, considering he’s a walking endorsement for their product. You’ll never see Glam-Rod out on the town without his Liz Taylor edition easy-apply lashes. But the biggest offense of all, those pouty, pinkish-purple lips. Are you telling me that I’m to believe you naturally look to have just kissed a girl and tasted her cherry chapstick? AND that you liked it? That’s a fib. Scan the dugout of any televised Yankee game and while you’ll see most players popping sunflowers seeds like they’re greenies, A-Rod is furiously applying an extra lair of Burt’s Bees Wax Lip Balm. Oh, the shame. He reminds me of that movie where the chick wants to fit in so bad, she cuts her hair, stuffs her jeans and pretends to be a dude until the night of that big party where it’s revealed that she has the most spectacular pair of boobies my adolescent eyes had ever seen.

Speaking of which, you know who DOESN’T have a spectacular pair of boobs? Madonna. Dude, seriously. I know you want to be liked, but your gateway to American pop-culture is Madonna? That gateway’s been widened to four lanes and they’ve removed the toll booth. Madonna? Really? That would’ve been some sweet strange in the late 80’s. Now? It’s like when I backpacked through Eastern Europe last summer and every Romanian I encountered asked me if I knew Alf. Catch up, idiot! A-Rod, I can respect your drive and determination. It’s apparently what made you into the player you are, but the madness has to stop. We’re a very forgiving culture. Steve Martin is starring in Pink Panther 2 for christ’s sake. You’ve admitted to the steroid use. It’s time to come clean on everything. Maybe then, Ron will hate you even less. Me, I’ll still think you’re a wiener.