Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Mirror, Mirror On The Wall... WHAT THE F___ IS WRONG WITH ME?

(h/t The Sports Hernia)

I'd like to believe this wildy homoerotic photoshoot took place in one of the slummy apartment buildings he owns in Tampa.

Must... restrain... outrage...

How many publicists does this asshole have again? NOT ONE OF THEM THOUGHT THIS MIGHT BE A BAD IDEA?

It didn't occur to one of these geniuses that a bunch of pictures of him looking into a fucking mirror might serve to reinforce the already exisiting feeling that A-Rod is a narcissistic prima donna?

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Happy St. Stupid Apparel's Day!

A brief history of this special day:
Over fifteen hundred years ago, on an island in the North Atlantic, St. Stupid Apparel rounded up all the team colored merchandise and drove it into the sea. He then replaced all the items with stuff you could only wear one day out of the year (without looking like an asshat).
For more recent developments in St. Stupid Apparel's Day, please visit Simon On Sports. He has extensively chronicled these recent crimes against team branding and aesthetics. You can even vote on the most egregious!

Now go sneak out of work and grab a Guinness. And bring your green hat.