Sean B. Fitzgerald

My other site, www.seanbfitzgerald.com is down for a while. Some hosting updating bullshit. Whatever. Hopefully its done by the end of the day.

One more time…

Sean B. Fitzgerald

Don’t go here…

Go HERE…(See below)

HERE!

My new site. The better one.

Spring Training is here.

Everyone relax. Last night I saw baseball scores scrolling along the bottom of ESPN. All is right with the world.

Arod booed at Dunedin, Florida for first spring training game, homers
I mean, he homered off a guy who’ll be bagging groceries in a couple weeks. But still, it’s progress. Plus, he decided to talk to the media after the game, which suprised me. I truly thought he was going to take the Bonds’ road after the press conference last week and not answer any steroids questions. The one thing that continues to baffle me is that after the game, he was picked up in a truck by his cousin Yuri Sucart. The same cousin who he accused of convincing him of taking steroids and injecting him with them. There are two ways I can take that piece of information…

To read the rest of this post, visit…

www.seanbfitzgerald.com

It’s about time…

Currently, I am in the process of consolidating my “Friend’s List” on Facebook. Consolidating is just a fancy word for cutting down significantly. According to Facebook, I have 232 “friends”, when in reality, I really consider myself to have four maybe five friends. Anyway, when I first got Facebook, I “friended” every person I ever met. Every classmate from my graduating class regardless of whether I ever spoke with them, some people who were in the grades below me or above me, people I worked with, hot girls that my friends were friends with and even hot girls in my college classes that I was too much of a wimp to actually talk to.

To read the rest of this post, go to…

www.seanbfitzgerald.com

Giving an honest effort

www.seanbfitzgerald.com

Once again, I’m over here.

Not here. Over here:

www.seanbfitzgerald.com

Come on over!

Once again, I urge you to visit my site. It’s awesome over there. Big party. You’re missing out. So visit, comment, spread the word.

www.seanbfitzgerald.com (Cool name, right?)

BIG SITE NEWS! www.seanbfitzgerald.com

Well not really. I’ve just decided to move things over to a new site. From now on, this will be the URL:

www.seanbfitzgerald.com

Anyway, I thought I needed a change. So my friend Luigi decided to help me put this new site together. Right now, it looks really ugly. But that’ll change soon. So continue to read me and love me. I’ll try to keep posting as much as I can. There might even be ads on the site too. So if I play my cards right, I’ll be blogging for the Single A Hudson Valley Renegades in no time.

What Now?

What now, you ask? We move on. What else can we do? For us fans, we can’t just give up on a sport altogether. But honestly, this can’t possibly be a shock to anyone. We all liked to think that he was different. For all his emotional, psychological, personal, and sexual (Madonna) problems, we still thought he was clean. That all his homeruns that never seemed to land were just the product of divine talent and a historical work ethic. Are we nuts?

From what we know about Rodriguez, the most prevalent of those is that he is insanely insecure and obsessed with his numbers. Of course he took something. If he knew that players were doing drugs to gain an edge, the needle would be in his ass before his pants hit the floor. No one can gain an edge on Arod!

So he admitted to taking steroids from 2001-2003, and that’s it. I don’t believe it for a second. He stated that he felt an enourmous amount of pressure to perform when he was given that $252 million dollar contract from the Texas Rangers, so he decided to use steroids. Then in 2003, he realized the error of his ways and stopped. He never used again, he says. I don’t believe it. For a man as insecure and paranoid about his legacy, why on Earth would he stop using when he was traded to the New York Yankees? If he feels pressured to use while performing in front of 19 fans in the middle of July, how can he just stop using when being traded to a team with a stadium that literally shakes when a homerun is hit. That’s pressure. But according to him, he never used as a Yankee.

I asked a couple weeks ago for baseball to hurry up. Winter’s dragging on. But now, it can take its time. There’s no rush. Because there are still 103 names on that list from 2003 that will get out no matter what happens. Confidentiality? Out the window. Those names will be scrolling along the bottom of ESPN come hell or high water. And when that day comes, we will be shocked and appalled at the names. When we shouldn’t be. As much as we revere and adore our athletes for their physical abilities; mentally, they’re as weak as toddlers. Most of them are arrogant and selfish and will do anything or take anything for an edge.

I love baseball. But my love for it took another jab to the midsection yesterday. I feel like a battered wife. As much as baseball hits me, I’ll come crawling back on my knees saying “It’s changed. It’s doing it because it loves me.”

I was born in 1987, the beginning of the steroid era. This is basically all I know. I can’t leave now.