Last updated: 7:27 am
February 22, 2009
Posted: 4:05 am
February 22, 2009
TAMPA - OK. So you say you're tired of hearing about boli and testosterone and human growth hormone, you're worn out by what Alex Rodriguez may or may not have done, how he may or may not react to all the distractions swirling around him, how the Yankees may or may not react to having him in their midst every day, reacting to all those swirling distractions.
Baseball, you say. Give me baseball.
Tell me about blue Florida skies and green infield grass and a sun that blazes hot all morning long. Tell me how CC and A.J. are chucking it, how Teixeira and Damon are stroking it, how Jeter and Cano look turning two.
Tell me about the surreal sight of seeing Mickey Rivers running a drill with a small group of outfielders which, on the record, is a drill where they all try to reach over the wall and bring home runs back with their gloves like the young Junior Griffey . . . but in reality looks like Mick the Quick trying to see how many shoulders he can separate in the space of 15 minutes.
"You get into the rhythms of the baseball season pretty quickly, especially when you realize, like we do, that there's no margin for mistakes," Johnny Damon said yesterday, changing from running shoes back into baseball shoes so he could do a little extra hitting. "We got a brutal division and a lot of work to be able to win baseball games, so it's good to be able to lose yourself in work. The other stuff is ... well, other stuff. We're here for the baseball now."
That is music to your ears, isn't it? You have been looking for an A-Rod-free zone, and yesterday provided as clear a flying day as we've had so far this spring. His finances aren't frozen, as other Scott Boras clients' have been, so there's no news there. He hasn't gotten a date set yet with baseball investigators; nothing to talk about there.
Just baseball today. Making it a splendid baseball day.