Could it be that Mia Hamm is the Yoko of the Nomar/Sox saga? This story here alleges that Nomar hurt his Achilles in a pre-season soccer game, not in Spring Training as claimed. The soap opera continues…
Nomar would be a good midfielder.
for the record, i know everyone thinks they’re SO cute with the yoko comments about mia, but you might want to know the facts before you declare a field day for misogyny…
nomar has played soccer on his own for a long time. his father is mexican, soccer is a popular sport there, is a big sport in his family, etc., etc., etc. in fact, nomar and mia met at a benefit soccer game…that’s how their relationship started.
call me a feminazi if you will, but it REALLY pisses me off when people blame a woman for her husband’s misfortunes. the mia / yoko thing is completely offensive–in fact, the entire “yoko” concept is offensive in the first place. a man makes a decision that ends up backfiring, and it’s the fault of the nearest woman.
how about this. nomar tried to step to mia on the soccer field, and she whupped his ass. how about, nomar’s a moron, because he should know there’s a clause in his contract that says he isn’t supposed to play soccer or any contact sport outside of baseball?
why isn’t it aaron boone’s wife’s fault he played basketball last winter? is it debbie clemens’ fault roger screwed over two cities? i guess we can blame derek lowe’s wife for the way he’s pitched this season. and if wake keeps giving up homers, i guess it’s his woman’s fault, too. the list goes on.
I am sorry you are offended by this post. None meant. I am a huge Beatles fan, and don’t think Yoko broke them up (drugs, creativity, independence, maybe). It’s more that the mythology of Yoko and the Beatles seems to apply to the Nomar/Mia/Sox saga, and it was meant humorously, nothing else.
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