After a winter of heavy speculation that Alex Rodriguez would wind up playing for the Boston Red Sox, the reigning American League MVP may finally be traded after all -- to the New York Yankees.
According to highly placed sources and published reports, the Yankees and Texas Rangers have "an agreement in principle" that will bring Rodriguez, 28, to the Bronx in exchange for second baseman Alfonso Soriano and a minor-league pitcher.
Alex Rodriguez is one step from playing for the New York Yankees.
New York and Texas finalized the terms of a trade Sunday, and the players' association gave its approval. The last hurdle was for commissioner Bud Selig to sign off on a deal, a high-ranking baseball official told The Associated Press on the condition of anonymity.
Speaking of high-ranking officials, President Bush had this to say:
"I was just as surprised as the Yankees and Boston Red Sox fans when I opened my paper today," Bush told NBC at Sunday's Daytona 500. "It looks like a big deal, and it looks like it's going to happen. A-Rod's a great player, and the Yanks are going to be a heck of a team with him in the infield."
Michele Catalano, #1 Yankee Fan, echoed President Bush's statement while adding a heavy dose of Tri-State area skepticism:
like i stated before, this is more like a "fuck you, boston" kind of sweet. it's not really a good move, considering the yanks still don't have any pitching and february is half over.
UPDATE: Speaking on behalf of Boston, Red Sox überfan and Hollywood Boy-Toy Ben Affleck reacts, saying,
"You know, George Steinbrenner is the center of evil in the universe. There's no question about that."
"Eventually, they might be able to just buy everybody," Affleck said. "Why not?"
Please pardon the ad hominem attack, but the tenor of most mASSachusettes types strikes me as being pungently Gallic. Now, its true, I have some friends that are Red Sox fans (and some of my best friends are French, ha-ha) but I've never been able to understand their folly, that is, until now. You see, the Red Sox, and its accompanying cult of Job-like loserdom, can best be understood in terms of their parallels to the French.
They play in a very picturesque, even romantic locale. They have a nostalgic love for the faded glories of the past. They claim to have some nobler spirit than their neighbors by not being possessed with crass commercialism. They are possessed by a bitter hatred of success, and their attitude toward success leads them to paint the world in superstitious, Manichean tones, where success is seen as "evil", and their own legacy of mediocrity and defeat is not their fault -- heavens, no -- but the result of some supernatural curse. Puh-leeze. Seen through this lens, it's not surprising to see that the Red Sox come from the tax-and-spend land of 120 Proof Edward "Don't Worry Mary Joe, I'll Go For Help" Kennedy, Gold-digging John "Baby-Killer" Kerry, and, definitely last and least, Michael "I'll Drive You to Drink Rubbing Alcohol" Dukakis. Best of luck, fellas.
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