In the big inning, there was darkness...
On the first day, A-Rod said, "Let there be lights!" and all the Klieg lights of the media firmament shone upon him.
On the second day, A-Rod said, "Let there be lawyers!" and mountains of legal papers rose from the oceans, and he could again stride freely despite his bad hip.
On the third day, A-Rod said, "Let there be games!" and he went one for three with a walk.
On the fourth day, A-Rod said, "Let there be bean balls!" and a White Sox pitcher hit A-Rod on the elbow, causing a thunder of cheers.
On the fifth day, A-Rod's team finally won, in extra innings, no thanks to A-Rod, who went oh for four with three strikeouts.
On the six day, A-Rod rested, and the Yankees were crushed by an angry, jealous God from Detroit, where everybody is pissed off about something or other.
On the seventh day, A-Rod... well... wtf?
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Sorry for the Capatcha... Blame the Russians :)