My Open Letter to Alex Rodriguez
May 1, 2009
The last time I wrote you, it wasn't in a letter that was viewable to the entire public. However, because of the recent findings in the past few months, I have chose not to write just directly to you, but instead, put it out there for everyone to see.
To be completely honest with you, over the past 10 years, you have been my "safe zone" if you will. No matter what is going on in my life and how stressful it is, I can come to someone I don't even know or can't even speak with.
I don't really understand why and never will, all I know is that when you play baseball and I watch you, everything in life is more grand then one of your slams will ever be.
The last time I saw you was on Feb. 24 of this year, at Steinbrenner Field in Tampa at a spring training game against the Minnesota Twins. This was just weeks after the Sports Illustrated report came out and just a week before your hip surgery. I sat right behind the Yankees dugout and got there well before the start of the game.
I never got a chance to speak with you because you had a sit down interview with Michael Kay of the YES Network before the game. However, you did acknowledge me during the game while coming off the field when I held up your white and blue Westminster High School jersey with a No. 3 on it.
I know that you share the same passion for baseball as me. Unlike you, I never made it to the big show and god and everyone knows I don't have the talent that you do. To be honest, I don't think anyone has the talent you do.
I know deep down in my heart of hearts that you are a gifted baseball player and didn't need to take performance enhancing drugs. However, since it was something a lot of others were doing and your contracts kept getting bigger and bigger, I can't understand the situation enough to judge you and I can't hold it against you or hate you for it.
The fact that I forgive you doesn't stop the hurting and the sadness of the situation though. Because no matter what you do from here on out, it will be a dark cloud that hangs over your head and my head for that matter. But, I can live with it.
I was glad when you came to the New York Yankees for many reasons in 2004. One being, I wear a necklace with the charm of No. 13 on it everyday, as it was also my number when I played sports.
Last year, I got a tattoo on my right shoulder that is blue and black with the interlocking Yankees symbol with a No. 13 below it. It was in dedication to you, my unlucky number that is lucky, and the Yankees.
You have been my favorite player for as long as I can remember, you and Derek Jeter. However, I have always seem to think more of you because I can relate to being a human being and making mistakes. I could imagine how hard it can be at times for someone of your stature but you always seem to keep your head up when times are tough.
Regardless of what you have done in the past, and regardless of the times you haven't been so honest with your fans, you are still a special person to me and I will never give up on you and the difference you can make in my life and others as well.
There is no one out there more then me that wants to see you finish off your career with a smile on your face and your head held high. You don't need a record, and you don't need the hall of fame, as bad as you want it, you don't need a ring either.
What you need most is to walk away from the game with no regrets and to be proud of yourself, and only you can do that.
Even though you have made some mistakes that has possibly tarnished your career forever, you can still do the right thing now. It won't fix the fact that what is done is done, but it can only make you stronger if you don't let it bring you down.
I could take this letter into the extra innings but I think I have said enough. Even if you never read this, I want to let you know that you can always count on me no matter what. Without even knowing it, you have made my life enjoyable with every crisp swing from your black 31 oz. ash Louisville Slugger.
Thank you Alex Rodriguez. Thank you for everything you do.
PS—"Forget what I said about the ring, go get one of those."
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