Congratulations to the New York Yankees: their owners, their executives, their manager and coaches, their players, their clubhouse personnel, and, most importantly, their fans. I mean that sincerely. There is no greater feeling in the world than the feeling of having won a World Series. I have been twice blessed in that regard: in 1968, when I was 11, and again in 1984, when I was 27. I have said many times, both in this blog and elsewhere, that I can die happy, having been to the promised land.
I wrote the other day that if Alex Rodriguez hit .250 or higher in the World Series, I would admit that he didn't choke. I'm a man of honor. Since Rodriguez hit exactly .250 (five for 20), I hereby retire the monicker "Choke-Rod" (and its variant, "Choke-Fraud"). That doesn't mean I can't coin other terms for Rodriguez. He's still a known steroid user, after all. Henceforth, I shall refer to him not as "A-Rod" but as "A-Roid."
I wish David Fryman had been a man rather than a mouse. I asked him to specify a batting average below which he would admit that A-Roid choked. He would not. I don't know what to make of this. Does David think that going zero for 20 would not constitute choking? Does he think that it makes no sense to say of a player that he choked in the World Series? Maybe David is just a mouse, unwilling to risk being wrong. I don't understand that sort of timidity. I never have and I never will.
Keith Burgess-Jackson, J.D., Ph.D. 