Justin Verlander Posts Birthday Message to Kate Upton
Justin Verlander and Kate Upton…yup, that old love story that chronicles the the age old story of a former All-Star Major League Baseball Pitcher, making some 20+ million dollars a year, courting your every day average 23 year-old-to-be super model with legions of fans. Yup, that repetitive, yet strangely exciting, tale of love, fame, dwindling athlete ability we were all dying to be told night after night as children. At bed time our parents would share memories of the age-old story, of yester-year, having been lucky enough to be alive during the Uplander era. We’d lay under the covers on our best behaviours as we looked forward to a night of rest where the Sandman warmly embraced us with imaginary visuals of a paralleled romance of our own.
Instead, more than likely you woke up a few hours lately with a soiled mattress and the aroma of urine impossible to rid from your subconscious memory. Oddly enough, it’s this very same subconscious memory that continues to wallop me over the head with whatever you call this:
At least this time around Verlander figured it be smarter to post a visual of Upton, as the main component to his update, as opposed to embarrassing himself publicly. He’s probably getting his fill of the latter each time he steps onto the mound for the Detroit Tigers.
Scheduled to make $28 million dollars per year through the 2019 season there probably aren’t too many things Verlander truly gives a crap about, with embarrassing social media updates heading that list. Then again, maybe it’s not the money that Verlander uses to shield his ego and emotions from the backlash he undoubtedly receives from fans, the media, his teammates, his coaching staff, the front office, and probably the entire Illitch Family (Owners of the Tigers). Maybe he rests his laurels,and head, on the 23 year old rocket launchers Upton calls boobs. So, here’s to the (so far) 2015 Winless Verlander, even at the cost of Max Scherzer, and what looks more and more like an albatross of a contract for not giving a crap what we think and at least trying to be funny.