Alex Rodriguez, the highest paid player in major league baseball, is a wimp. Or so newspapers all over the country this morning would have you believe. Apparently, when his wife was giving birth to their first born in 2004, Rodriguez fainted.
“The one nurse had a cold cloth on his head. The other nurse had the blood pressure on his arm. And my mother was like rubbing his back. And he is passed out on a couch. And I am there, in the middle of labor,” his wife, Cynthia Rodriguez, told the YES Network.
The shame does not end there. There’s more.
“And really, I am not being paid much attention to besides the doctor and a couple of nurses,” continued Cynthia Rodriguez. “And he is there moaning. In between pushing, I am going, ‘Honey, are you OK?’ and ‘Are you breathing? Are you OK?’”
And more.
“As tough and big as he seems, he is real wimpy around doctors or any type of medical situation. I don’t know why I thought the birth of our child would be different. In the middle of the night, I realized that I needed to go to the hospital. I wake him up. The first thing that comes out of his mouth, ‘Can we call your mother?’”
And, sadly, even more.
“The color came back to his face when I told him he could call my mom.”
For all his money and talent, Rodriguez is disliked by most fans outside New York. They say he is a phony. They say he “chokes” in pressure situations. They say he is greedy and doesn’t care about winning — his signing with the last place Texas Rangers in 2000 simply because they offered the most money is an often cited example.
And now, all because he passed out and moaned during the birth of his first born, they say he is a wimp.
Won’t you people leave the guy alone?
So what if he passed out while his wife was giving birth. Maybe he was sleepy. Did you ever consider that?
So what if he stays up until 3 AM every Friday night to watch Steel Magnolias and cry his eyes out. It would take a rock not to cry at that movie.
So what if he exfoliates his entire body twice a week. Some ladies like a guy who has softer skin than they do.
So what if he carries around a purse. It can hold all of his essentials. Besides, you try fitting eyeliner in a man’s wallet. It isn’t easy.
So what if he has A-Teen’s Dancing Queen on his iPod. The song is catchy.
You want to call A-Rod a wimp? Fine. Do whatever you like. I, for one, will not take part in such hurtful slander.
Alex Rodriguez is not a wimp. He is sensitive.
Also, he’s possibly a woman.
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;-) 5.7.08 at 1:18 pm:
Uh, why do BOTH of his daughters have “Alexander” as a middle name? I always did think he was a little full of himself….
I heard he watches Sex and the City on DVD before every big game…
;-) 5.7.08 at 2:29 pm:
He sounds like an idiot to me.
Poor Cynthia … clearly she knows a side of him that we don’t. Maybe.
Appropos of absolutely nothing, I do love eyeliner on Johnny Depp … but I think he pays someone to carry it around for him.
;-) 5.7.08 at 3:00 pm:
OK. Come on. Leave the poor guy alone. Or at least give him a pint of Ben and Jerry’s, some fuzzy slippers and a girlfriend to talk to. You know?
Man.
;-) 5.7.08 at 6:08 pm:
Most men are utter wimps in the delivery room. It’s a very rare man that can watch a needle as thick as a pencil being rammed into his wife’s spinal cord without losing his balance.
;-) 5.8.08 at 12:10 pm:
Off topic, I had an idea.
You had mentioned the possibility of a blog where you talk about real-life stuff (promotions/raises, etc.) – you could always do that on this site, but in a different section. Like, up at the top where it says About, Tell Friends/Enemies, etc, you could have another section that’s your actual life updates. Call it “Funny in an Entirely Different Manner” or something, ya know?
;-) 5.8.08 at 1:37 pm:
Awwww, I like A-Rod. Am I the only one? It’s probably due to my nostalgia… growing up in Oregon, we would always drive up to Seattle to watch him play with the Mariners. Ken Griffey, Jr. too. Sigh, those were the good old days.
Sorry for the lack of updates. I’ve just been busy. Busy BEING IN PAIN. (See my xanga)
;-) 5.9.08 at 8:51 am:
He must need his daily Samantha fix…and yes, that’s one of the names of the characters on the show. Not because I watch it (although I’ve burned my eyes a few times for a split second or two while flipping channels) but because I have been plagued with “Sex and the City MOVIE!” previews every time I turn on the television. You think he’ll be first in line to see it??
Also. I think you should definitely have a couple of daughters and make their middle names “Kevin”. Not if you have sons, though, that would be just too normal.
RYC: I’ll be baking til my arms fall off. At the moment, I’m thinking cupcakes, maybe some sort of brownie, and maybe a cake or something. Then I have to find people to give it all to, because I don’t generally eat much of my own baking…
I like “The Man Behind the Awesome”. It fits.
;-) 5.9.08 at 11:22 pm:
RYC on my “Help” blog (I’ll respond to your other comment when I have more time), yes I’m 99.9% sure it’s widget compatible, but when I go to Manage and then the Widgets page, it gives me a huge list of options to choose from (hence how I got the calendar and “Pages I Stalk” on the right side) but none of them seem to let me c/p the code for this thing I’m trying to add…
;-) 5.12.08 at 3:03 pm:
Ew, bird flu!? That sounds terrible. So should I call you Sam the Toucan, or Big Bird?
Yes indeed, chocolate peanut butter…and I would totally ship you some, unfortunately I took them to my parents’ for Mother’s Day and they literally pounced and devoured them.
However…I might consider making more and shipping you some anyway, just because I’m awesome like that.
;-) 5.21.08 at 7:53 pm:
I think if I saw live childbirth I, too, would faint. Oh wait… I’m a girl.