Bad Behavior

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So, A-Rod is being linked to Madonna, and A-Rod's wife reportedly ran off with Lenny Kravitz. Last year, A-Rod was spotted with a few strippers.

He hit a homer last night, so I'm good with it. Yet how can I tell my kids about Marshawn Lynch's bad behavior and just gloss over A-Rod's?

Does it matter who or what he sleeps with? Is it the Bill Clinton question all over again? I mentioned it to my brother - "Come on, dude, he makes 25 mil per year and women are all over him - do you think his wife ever really cared if he was doing someone else?"

"Madonna?" I asked.

"You'd reject Madonna?" he asked.

I guess I'll never find myself in such a situation. I can't even get the mail without getting clearance from the tower over me. Yet my question when I read the NY Post story about C-Rod being off with Lenny Kravitz (If he's A-Rod - Cynthia must be C-Rod). He had a game last night. She's doing someone else in France - who's with the kids?

That's my point - it's bad behavior, right - no matter what tax bracket. Far be it for me to question someone else's marriage - there's enough challenges in my own family - to worry about his. I decided to go right to the source.

"Did you hear about A-Rod?" I asked my wife.
"He brings home 25 mil a year," she said.
"So if you were married to him, you'd excuse his infidelities?"
"That's a lot of money," she said.
"So what's the income bracket I need to reach before I can act like an ass?"
"Obviously you've reached it," she kidded.
"You'd be all right with his act?" I asked again.
"He has a wonderful chest," she said. "He's beautiful, actually?"
"What about my chest?" I asked.

She laughed and hung up.

Do we just accept bad behavior? Is it bad behavior? How much money is enough to buy your way out of moral dilemmas?

All questions I hope I never have to answer.

Comments

deafjeff said…
two 250 million dollar contracts. Why was he stupid enough to get married in the first place?
04 July, 2008
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