George Steinbrenner is fed up.  I'm sure winning last night's game against the Red Sox has helped Mr. Steinbrenner cope with his team's recent failures, but in his mind, last night's win is like putting a band-aid on a third-degree burn.  Steinbrenner has every reason to be upset.  He has the highest payroll in Major League Baseball, yet his team hasn't won a World Series in ages.  Also, not to put a grim spin on this story, the man is 75 years old and needs a golf cart to get around.  Let's face it, Georgie might not be gracing the grandstands of Yankee Stadium for too much longer, and he'd probably like to see the team win now.

Among the players Steinbrenner is most upset at is, in his words, "the third baseman."  Perhaps he was trying to leave it up to our imagination as to which third baseman he was referring to (Dallas McPherson? Adrian Beltre? Bill Mueller?), but I think we can safely assume it's Alex "Cancer" Rodriguez.  We all know the Yankees would have lost Tuesday night even if A-Rod had played a solid game, but it was Tuesday's game that made Steinbrenner realize that the All-Star third baseman was a shaky financial investment.  Cancer Rodriguez is not a clutch player, a horrific leader, and one of the more selfish, arrogrant asses in baseball today.  After Tuesday's loss, he may have said all the right things, but A-Rod was thinking to himself, to quote this guy:

It wasn't my fault!

(90% of you won't understand the wrestling reference here.  That's alright, I just had to have an excuse to post a picture of Gene "Baby Killer" Snitsky.)

George Steinbrenner doesn't need A-Rod, the Yankees don't need A-Rod, and all parties involved, except for A-Rod, now realize this.  Hideki Matsui will probably poison his water within a week or so.  Mariano Rivera will set him up with a hooker with all sorts of vanereal diseases.  Even golden boy Derek Jeter has A-Rod's face posted on the dart board in his basement.   After all, how can a guy that can't even decide what country he's from come through in a big spot in a big game?  It simply isn't going to happen.  Maybe next time George is looking to throw around a couple million dollars, he should spend the money on a real third baseman, a real American.  Somebody like this guy...

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