What Alex Rodriguez Taught My Son
Days after my son was born, I received a package on my porch from my father. It was a gift for my first born child.
A black, kid-sized Rawlings baseball glove. The Players Series. "Signed" by Alex Rodriguez.
A-Rod had just signed to the Yankees a couple of years earlier, which was pretty big news when we were living in New York City. My father, a lifelong baseball fan, hoped to bestow a gift to my son that he would be proud to use as he got older. Maybe even play catch together with that glove someday.
While I would have been more enamored with a Derek Jeter version, A-Rod seemed like a great choice. My dad recognized a player who had power. Who had longevity. An All-Star. An MVP. Great qualities that a small baseball fan might look up to as a role model.
Say what you will about Rodriguez's salary (and I agree, it's cray-cray), he was exciting to watch for a while. Being the youngest player ever to hit 500 home runs and 600 home runs are pretty impressive stats. Ladies love the long ball, and I was no exception. Yankee Stadium after an A-Rod home run was nothing short of ear splitting.
And yet, all that has been contaminated by his poor choices.
My son received this glove before A-Rod tarnished his reputation with performance-enhancing drug admission. Before his stats deserved as asterisk. All my son knew about Alex Rodriguez was that he was a good baseball player with a cool nickname.
How do you talk to your kids about celebrities who have made bad decisions?
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