It wasn’t my goal to turn Brushbackpitch.com into any kind of anti-Alex Rodriguez blog when we started the site around last season’s All-Star break. I’m no fan of A-Rod as a person. He appears to be incredibly arrogant and aloof, and indifferent to how he comes off to society as a whole.

I figured we’d write about him plenty, though. He’s got great skills and I wanted this site to be about Major League Baseball and related topics. Of late, however, it seems as though Rodriguez’s mega-buck, high-profile, lifestyle is getting self-destructive and spinning out of control.

Just this offseason alone he’s dominated the headlines will being criticized in the book “The Yankee Years,” he’s admitted to taking steroids, he’s gone under the knife to have a hip injury fixed, he’s been photographed making out with himself in the mirror and now he’s been tied to high-priced madam Kristin Davis – yes, the same woman that helped get Gov. Elliot Spitzer ousted from the governor’s mansion.

This follows a season in which A-Rod took heat for opting out of the largest contract in baseball history during the World Series to eventually sign the new largest contract in history to stay with the Yankees, then divorced his wife and allegedly hooked up with Madonna.

Yes, these are the journeys of the $275 million man. He’s rich, he’s apparently in love with himself, he’s on the big stage – though he’s never won a World Series – and New York, you’ve got him for nine more years.

If he lasts that long.

Apologies – I can’t remember which radio host it was that put it so appropriately this afternoon – but the line was something like “Hey Alex, Lindsay Lohan called. She said get your life together. You’re out of control.”

Soon the regular season will start and while A-Rod is on the disabled list rehabbing the hip, stories of well-pitched gems and game-saving defensive plays will overtake the soap opera that has become the Rodriguez saga.

But until then someone should establish an over-under on how many more times he’ll hit the headlines for his off-the-field exploits before Opening Day.
Have a ball, New York. Ten years, $275 million – he’s using you well.

Suckers.