Damn. Six years later and John Rocker is still a moron. Shocked, shocked I say, at the idea that New York fans might not be so willing to let bygones be bygones with the guy who insulted the city for its foreigners, its queers, its ladies of multi-colored hair, and its Asian drivers. I know, John. Some people.
This quote, though, was a doozy: “I've taken a lot of crap from a lot of people. Probably more than anybody in the history of this sport. I know Hank [Aaron] and Jackie [Robinson] took a good deal of crap, but I guarantee it wasn't for six years. I just keep thinking: How much am I supposed to take?"
Yeah, you know, Jackie and Hank only had it tough for, what, a few weeks, right? A month, tops. You, John Rocker, martyr to the cause of ignorant-ass rednecks nationwide, have been persecuted beyond the pale. And where is your bust in Cooperstown? Where is your elegiac Rick Reilly column in “Sports Illustrated”? Nowhere, that’s where. And it’s damn shame, too.
Oh, wait. It’s not. You fucking moron. People still heckling you at games? On Long Island? Tough. That’s the price, douchebag. In America, we don’t send your ass to jail for saying ignorant crap (Uh, so far. Let’s see how the rest of this administration shakes out before making any grand pronouncements). We’re America and we’re better than that There is a price to be paid, though, and John, that price is the memory of everyone you pissed off. They get to remember every gross, meat-headed, imbecilic thing you’ve ever said and they get to hate you for it. For as long as they damn well please.
So, for example, when you compare the backlash you got after calling New Yorkers dirty foreign drug-addicted faggots to the racism that Hank Aaron and Jackie Robinson had to endure? People get to remember that. For a loooong time. And if the worst you get is a fan telling you to go back to Atlanta? You just hit the Powerball, my friend.