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remindmeofthe) wrote2005-06-28 10:47 pm
remindmeofthe) wrote2005-06-28 10:47 pm
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I give up. I absolutely give the fuck up.
I hold out hope for players who do poorly forever and ever. Okay? Long after everyone else is demanding a player's head on a platter, I am sitting there saying, "Give him time, he'll come around when we really need him." Sometimes, I am right - hi, Mark Bellhorn, sure am glad Terry ignored everyone else last postseason and kept you in.
It took me until, like, sometime last week to get frustrated enough with Alan Embree to start railing against him. And, even though his appearance makes my stomach tighten with dread every time, and I would not so much as blink if he were traded, I'm not ready to dump him entirely.
But Keith? Oh, Foulkie, I wanted so bad to hold on. I kept waiting and waiting and waiting for you to snap out of it, and once or twice you've made it look like the waiting was not in vain.
But I cannot forgive SEVEN MOTHERFUCKING RUNS, Keith Foulke. Oh, and Tom Caron has kindly informed me that your ERA is 6.03. I know two of those runners were inherited, but a run is a run.
I don't know, Keith. What the fuck? I'll always love you, but I just give up. I'd beg you to prove me wrong and teach me a good lesson about giving up on my boys, but I no longer believe that you will. I'm sorry.
I hold out hope for players who do poorly forever and ever. Okay? Long after everyone else is demanding a player's head on a platter, I am sitting there saying, "Give him time, he'll come around when we really need him." Sometimes, I am right - hi, Mark Bellhorn, sure am glad Terry ignored everyone else last postseason and kept you in.
It took me until, like, sometime last week to get frustrated enough with Alan Embree to start railing against him. And, even though his appearance makes my stomach tighten with dread every time, and I would not so much as blink if he were traded, I'm not ready to dump him entirely.
But Keith? Oh, Foulkie, I wanted so bad to hold on. I kept waiting and waiting and waiting for you to snap out of it, and once or twice you've made it look like the waiting was not in vain.
But I cannot forgive SEVEN MOTHERFUCKING RUNS, Keith Foulke. Oh, and Tom Caron has kindly informed me that your ERA is 6.03. I know two of those runners were inherited, but a run is a run.
I don't know, Keith. What the fuck? I'll always love you, but I just give up. I'd beg you to prove me wrong and teach me a good lesson about giving up on my boys, but I no longer believe that you will. I'm sorry.