Here's what A-Rod said, when asked if his HR numbers should count, should he some day pass Ruth, Aaron and Bonds*.
"You wanna throw 'em out?" says A-Rod. "Fine, throw 'em out. It was only those three years in Texas."
So now, because A-Roid has "come clean" -- not exactly spotlessly clean, mind you -- he expects us to take it at face value that he was, A. Clean in Seattle and, B. clean (including of HGH, which cannot be detected in a test) in New York. Yeah, Alex, we'll hop onboard.
A lot has happened during the A-Rod Era in New York. Too much to chronicle here. I mean, the nasty stripper in Toronto, Madonna (blech), his melt-downs under pressure...
Of course, nothing compares to Alex's greatest achievement, which is that he brought an end to the so-called Curse of the Bambino. Yep, soon as old Number 13 Alex "The Cooler" Rodriguez became a Yank, seemed all the Mystique and Aura and Ghosts of the Old Yankee Stadium left the building, and the Curse came to a screeching halt.
For me, I'm guessing the Ghosts of Ruth and Gehrig and Mantle took a hike when A-Roid decided, desperately, after getting sawed off by one Bronson Arroyo, in Game 6 of the 2004 ALCS, that he should turn into a punk Little Leaguer...no, that's too kind...a punk, stickball player in a pickup game that no one wanted him to be a part of...and took a slap at Arroyo.
It was total bush-league baseball, the kind of stuff a "True Yankee" would never even think of pulling, and I'm pretty sure the Curse ended right then and there. You decide to bring a rat (ok, a bigger rat than Reginald Martinez Jackson) into your organization and you pay the price.
Honestly, though, as a Red Sox fan, I absolutely pray that John Sterling is around to call the shot when A-Rod moves past Babe Ruth on the all-time Yankee home run list.
That will be priceless.