Archive for September 4th, 2006

Not being a huge tennis fan, I’m probably not the best person to talk about the career of Andre Agassi. And I’m not going to talk to you about his place in history with Sampras, McEnroe, Connors, Lendl, et al. But it’s been a pretty unique experience to watch the arc of his career; from rebellious young guy to elder statesman, universally respected throughout tennis.

It’s difficult to find anything to dislike about him, and unlike most guys, it’s not because he was ever afraid to share himself. When he was young and cocky, you saw young and cocky. When he was older and more mature, you saw an introspective and thoughtful guy. And yesterday, when his career came to an end, he didn’t hide his tears. They were right there for you to observe and perhaps share. Most athletes aren’t going to give you that, so I’m grateful that I got to follow the career of a guy who did.

He just strikes me as a genuinely good guy. Thoughtful, caring, very self-aware, and with a huge heart. And certainly none of the people quoted (locker room attendant, daycare worker, his racket stringer, etc) in this SI.com piece by Richard Deitsch do anything to take away from that belief.

Enjoy retirement, Andre.

Via Mr. Irrelevant and The Big Lead comes this excellent Esquire magazine profile of Clinton Portis. And it’s an excellent piece, and I hate to boil it down to just one quote, but … it’s a good one.

A fish tank in every room, for starters. His obsession with them also began in college, during his sophomore year, when his roommate bought one and suddenly their cinder-block cell felt like a pad. The most elaborate of his current collection has been reserved for his bedroom, where the magic happens. More specifically, it’s reserved for his bed, the headboard of which consists of an aquarium that nearly reaches the ceiling, a square-shouldered arch filled with salt water, coral, fish, and a freakishly large sea anemone that looks an awful lot like a gaping vagina.

“You gonna fool yourself, too?” Portis says. “I know what this looks like, but I got a woman down in Miami. We been together seven years.”

Um, dude—

“You know what, man, honestly? Yeah, I have my share. I have fun with it. I’m twenty-four, bro! You love to think that the woman you with, that’s the woman you want for the rest of your life. And I done felt that way. But I’m twenty-four! I don’t do shit to disrespect her. I try to keep it outta her face. But we have an understanding.”

Which is?

“Let’s just call it an understanding that I’m not perfect.”

Understood. In this regard, you are perfect, and you are not even going to make an attempt to try. Got it.

Before we get to that, though, first let me say that having an aquarium as a headboard… that’s just awesome. I would almost be willing to have sex with Clinton Portis if it meant that I could spend a few hours in his giant bed with the aquarium headboard.

Anyway, on to the green light. I’ve talked about this before, and honestly … it’s not a life or culture I’m familiar with. In my mind, if you have a woman, be it a wife, girlfriend, or whatever, cheating on her is bad. It happens, and people make mistakes, but at very least, it should be something you’re sorry for, right?

But for a lot of people, particularly athletes, that’s not the way things work. And understand, I’m not judging Clinton Portis. He does what he does, and I’m just saying that it’s not a lifestyle I’m familiar with. I don’t get Mormon polygamy, and I don’t get this sort of thing.

There’s just a lot of guys in the NFL, MLB, and NBA who are married … and there are a lot of guys in the NFL, MLB, and NBA who go out and pull a lot of strange trim. And there’s got to be quite a bit of overlap there. The wives and girlfriends know about it, they accept it, and they knew it was part of the deal going in. It’s just a very strange concept to me, and I don’t understand how the hell it works.

Because he is experiencing an introscrotal hematoma, something that doctors commonly refer to as “bleeding inside the ballsac.” Yes … you read that correctly. The man was bleeding inside of his scrotum, which … oh, that just sounds horrific. Due to my extensive medical training, I was able to highlight the affected area for you in the picture.

You know the sickest thing about this? Barrett tried to play through it. There was a hematoma in his goodie bag, and he stayed in the game. In the fifth inning, a pitch was foul-tipped and hit him in his sensitive man area. He stayed in the game, caught the rest of the inning, and hit in the bottom of the fifth.

This is an insanely tough man. I get racked, you can count me out of anything for the next two or three hours. I’ll be spending that time laying on the ground, waiting for every bit of pain to go away, and then, in my own private way, making sure that I’m still able to achieve erection. Catching out the rest of the inning is not going to be a priority.

Clearly, there are advances still to be made in junk-protection technology. If this sort of thing is possible, we’ve got to do a better job. Every bit of technology and science that goes into a football helmet should go into a catcher’s cup, even if it requires a facemask of some kind.

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