Some Personal News: I've Started To Hate Aaron Judge For No Reason At All
You may recall that a mere few weeks ago I blogged that Aaron Judge needed to get hateable. I couldn’t have the Yankees’ new Shrek be a pretty likable guy, for a rivalry to work there needs to be some hate in your heart and it needs to be pure. Well guess what? This morning I was given the gift of Aaron Judge hatred. That’s right, from nowhere, totally out of the blue, on the morning the Red Sox took sole possession of first place I woke up, wiped the sleep from my eyes, and one of my very first thoughts was “Wow, I hate Aaron Judge! Finally!” Don’t tell me what my god won’t do.
He did nothing to deserve it and that’s the best kind of hate that exists in this crazy world. When you receive the gift of disdain and it doesn’t come from a fight, or a certain situation, it’s absolutely beautiful. You know why? There’s nothing they can do to fix it. The victim can’t apologize or give you a present or plead for reason, you just hate them and there’s no way that will ever change. You did nothing to bring this upon yourself so there’s nothing you can do to get out of it. I just hate you, man. I hate your fucking face and your whole aura. No explanation is needed, it’s just what I feel in my heart. I basically dumped Aaron Judge for no reason at all and due to no fault of his own, it wasn’t him, it was me. I’ve changed and we’re just not compatible. What changed about me? Nothing aside from the fact that I hate him now.
PS – You know what really did it? Seeing this shirt he wore. When he first wore it I was into it, this morning seeing the ad it just pissed me off. It caught me in the wrong mood. Could’ve been the horrid dry mouth I wake up with every morning, or the sirens outside my window, or the sun seeping through, or the fact that I was awake before noon. Whatever the reason, it did the trick.
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