Miami-home of the apple bottom jean, reggaeton, and, apparently, A-Roid’s now infamous cousin Yuri Sucart. 

That didn’t take long.  But I guess we knew it wouldn’t.

So far, this is what we’ve learned about Yuri:  In addition to having been A-Roid’s drug mule for three years, he was also the guy who paid the bills, made the reservations, cleaned up the messes and, if I had to guess, put the mint under the pill.

Oh, yeah, and the guy with the bad fortune to have a name that was spelled “Yuri” but pronounced “Judy.”

You know what he wasn’t?  The guy making $25 million a year to play baseball. And presumably not the guy coming up with all the bright ideas. 

True, none of this absolves him of his role in all of this.  But Jude isn’t the famous person in this scenario.  And since he doesn’t reap the benefits of being the public figure, he shouldn’t have to suffer the consequences.  Not to mention the fact that it sort of sounds like his life has already been unfortunate enough on account of his relationship with A-Rod.  I feel no need to exacerbate the situation.

So, we have two choices:

1) Keep digging in an attempt to dredge up every stupid detail about this poor dumb schmuck’s life, or

2) Let it go and save the sports coverage for the people who actually play sports.

Why do I have a feeling that I’m not going to be the majority vote on this one?