If you aren’t doing this already, you should check out Jeff Pearlman’s blog on a regular basis.

The former Sports Illustrated writer and current best-selling author (Walter Payton biography and more) never is dull. However, his latest post about Alex Rodriguez featured a certain word–a lot.

Writing on Ryan Dempster’s fastball that clipped ARod Sunday (“I was just trying to pitch inside”), Pearlman wrote the following.

And yet … I couldn’t help feeling that, with the pitch to Rodriguez’s body, Ryan was issuing a declaration on behalf of Major League Baseball’s clean, fed-up players. Namely: Fuck you.

Yes, fuck you.

Fuck you for cheating. Fuck you for stealing paychecks. Fuck you for influencing the outcomes of games. Fuck you for lying. Fuck you for dragging us all down. Fuck you—Ryan Braun and Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa and Roger Clemens and Miguel Tejada and Nelson Cruz and Barry Bonds and Jhonny Peralta and Paul Lo Duca and every other guy who felt the need to inject nonsense into their bodies to help accomplish what, naturally, they could not.

Fuck you.

I mean, what the F…, Jeff? Was that a deleted part from an old Sopranos script?

After taking some flak for his f-bombing, Pearlman followed up with another post.

What I was doing, by repeatedly breaking out the ol’ “fucks,” was showing (or trying to show) what Ryan Dempster’s pitches toward Alex Rodriguez seemed to symbolize—both to Dempster, as well as other clean players around the Majors.

Whether one agrees with Dempster’s tactics or not, I assure you—without question—there were cheers throughout Major League Baseball clubhouses. Two reasons: 1. Because, even without the whole PED issue, Rodriguez is considered a selfish fraud phony with the sincerity of a used car salesmen; 2. Because Rodriguez, along with Ryan Braun, has come to symbolize cheating in baseball, and non-cheaters are fed up.

And Pearlman added:

On a side note, I love cursing. I really do. I don’t curse around my kids or my nephews, because they’re young and I don’t want them getting kicked out of class. But a good curse feels greeeeaaaaaat. I’ve also never fully understood the taboo of the curse word. Years ago I wrote a lengthy piece on curse origins, and it’s all silly nonsense. They’re words. They come, they go, nobody dies.

Personally, I didn’t have a problem with Pearlman’s F-bomb rant on ARod. I’m fairly sure many baseball fans feel the same way.

Great F-ing job, Jeff.