You could have been something more....and something far worse.
I loved to watch you at bat.
The way you swung, no pitch was safe.
Any pitch within reach of your bat was a perfect pitch to hit...and hit it you did.
555 home-runs, 1831 RBI's, and a .312 career batting average.
Yeah, I loved watching your at bats.
I hated watching your effort.
The way you sometimes ran at half-speed, either to chase down a ball or reach first base.
Every time you gave less than your all, your hitting ability seemed less important.
Less important to your team. Less important to your fans.
Yeah, I hated your occasional half-ass effort.
I loved that you were human.
The way you often treated baseball for what it was...a game.
No player brought the fans to the park in a more playfull mood than you did over the last several years.
And the time you planted a flag in the outfield after becoming a U.S. citizen is still one of my favorite baseball moments.
What's not to love about that?
I hated that you made such poor decisions.
You fought with team-mates, put yourself before the team, and lied about injuries.
And, you cheated.
You cheated yourself, your fans, your team-mates, and the game of baseball.
I will always hate that.
And now you're gone...and I don't know if I should love you or hate you for quitting baseball.
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| Did we really need pee in a cup to know this guy was on drugs? |
The BC Mafia por vida!
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