Finding Jesus (that's hey-SUS)

I haven't blogged much recently, duh, but I can't ignore "A-Rod annoyed Madonna has found Jesus."

Jesus, in this case, is a Brazilian model.

This is hilarious and bizarre and annoying.

I can’t stand this kind of press for the team. It’s distracting and stupid and everything that’s wrong with sports. On the surface, it’s strange Derek Jeter doesn’t get the same kind of coverage, but this points out the deeper, fundamental difference between the two players.

Even bottom feeding reporters who work for rumor rags have respect for Jeter’s privacy, despite his infrequent, yet highly publicized forays into the realm of starlets.

A-Rod, on the other hand, seems fair game under any circumstances.

How weird is your life when you’re (1) the most talented player in baseball on the biggest team, (2) newly and publicly divorced, (3) linked to Madonna of all people, also newly divorced from the very awesome Guy Ritchie (4) and embroiled in some odd Kabalatino love triangle? What don’t we know about this situation? And do we want to know?

I wonder if A-Rod suckled onto Madonna for some kind of spiritual guidance. His flameouts are well-known. For all his talent, he wilts when the heat is on - again, he’s the anti-Jeter. Does he think Madonna is some kind of gap-toothed Dali Lama? She’s just a crazy aging - hell, old - pop-star who’s only going to make his life more of a circus. Is he thinking, “If I adopt a kid from some obscure third-world country, I’ll totally hit .400 with runners in scoring position and two outs. And maybe I’ll get to meet Justin Timberlake, too!”

A-Rod traditionally has strong odd-year seasons. He’s won his MVPs in odd years, but something tells me this is going to be a legendary implosion.

If the Yankees win without him, and they should, I’m going to enjoy this ride immensely.