Doesn’t "B*tch T*ts" Seem Like Poetic Justice for A-Rod?
By Cecilio's Scribe on Apr 30, 2009 with Comments 0
We’ll leave all the other sports blogs out there to run with this (and…they’re off…), but it seems somehow fitting that A-Rod had an adorable little nickname back with the Yanks in 2005 according to recently published reports.
Several outlets are relaying the news, as part of the early leaks on Selena Robert’s upcoming book A-Rod: The Many Lives of Alex Rodriguez, that his teammates once affectionately called Rodriguez “b*tch t*ts,” known also by its clinical term gynecomastia.
Our early prognostication is that the Interwebs has not seen an athlete nickname take off as fast as b*tch t*ts is bound to since “Kool-Aid” Maroney blew up back in ’07. Really, if you had to conjure up a scenario or turn of events more perfectly suited to the general tone, tenor and subject matter of “modern-day media” (let’s put aside those implications for a second) could there be a better fit? High-profile “celebrity?” Check. Hated by many? Check. Embarrassing/funny revelation that likely won’t (or can’t) be confirmed by anyone? Check. Linked to drugs or illegal substances? Uh-huh. It’s like a grand slam. A big, fat juicy pitch right down the heart of the plate.
In our humble opinion, this is one of those feel good stories when what goes around really does come around. We can already envision the welcoming and creative visual greetings the fine folks of Fenway will dream up for A-Rod’s next trip to the stadium. Won’t that be a trip. Boston better have their own sign police poised and ready.
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About the Author: Cecilio's Scribe is the founder of The Legend of Cecilio Guante and a generally pessimistic fan of the Mets, Jets, Knicks and Rangers. A fine NYC-based gentlemen who hones his marketing skills as his primary trade by day. Husband, chef, father of a newborn and after-hours blogger by night. Proud alum of the mighty Big Red of Cornell. University. Hot sauce devotee. Staunch protester of the continued wussifcation of American sports. Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick.

