derek jeter

Sure, we have an entire CHAPTER That says F#@% your team in F#@% Therapy.  We talk about the evils of sports–and sacrificing your own brain to some stupid abstract hierarchy.  Truly a good thing.  But if you’re gonna do sports, set a better example.

See, DJ is regarded as some sort of consummate winner because he kicked ass in the late 90s.  That’s a decade ago.  At best, hes apathetic, at worst, cancer.  Why?  Two words: his contract.  See, in 2001, just a bit after having actually won a world series, he became ENTITLED (see: F#@% entitlement) to a 10 year, 189 million contract.  (F#@% Lawyers & F#@% Materialism).   That changed his team from a scrappy blue collar team that would out work, out hustle everyone.

F#@% Alex Rodriguez, Too

To a a safe haven for the Giambis, Browns, Jeters and more of the world.  HE took a payday, and “cashed in his passion for glory”.  All that was hustle, spirit, spit and everything was exchanged for 200mm.  Now, what’s the difference between 90mm and 200mm in lifestyle?  Not much.  But the payday he got made mediocrities like  Johnny Damon and Roger Clemens and Randy Johnson take advantage of the opportunity to suck at theteats of Steinbrenner.  And druggies like Rodriguez and Giambi were welcome in pinstripes because we learned that Steinbrenner was a payer.

Jeter is not a winner, no matter what Gatorade wants you to think.

He’s not a champion a hall of famer or anything else.

He has cancered his team by taking a payday and watching his stats and hustle go on the shelf.   What’s more important?  Taking someone to the wall in a negotiation, getting yours?  Or believing something, hustling for it, and representing a standard of excellence.

At the end of the day DJ is slimy greedy and selfish, and he’s somehow hoodwinked everyone into believing that he’s a good, team player.

F#@% Derek Jeter, and his hypocrisy.

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