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Jul. 30th, 2006 02:07 pmTRADE DEADLINE IS COMING TRADE DEADLINE IS COMING AAUUUUGH.
I hate trade deadline. I really do. I have been burrrrned so bad by both of the ones I've seen since I got into baseball.
2004. Anger. Lots of it. A a calmer follow-up post. (In retrospect, both of these are pretty funny. But I'm getting ahead of myself.)
2005. Sour grapes. Heartbreak and despair. This was hands down worse than 2004. I still bear the scars.
And yeah, I know, it's all worked out. The guys we traded Nomar for, Cabrera and Mientkiewicz, helped us get to the postseason and ultimately win the World Series for the first time in, gee, how many years again? The guys we traded Farnsworth for, RomanRamon Colon and Zach Miner, have been helpful for bolstering the bullpen (Colon) and turning in some sweet starts while Maroth recuperates from surgery (Miner); meanwhile, Farnsworth went on to give the Division Series away to my Astros, then commit the ultimate crime by signing with the Yankees (BOO HISS GARGLE), and now he sucks.
But y'know, that doesn't help. I couldn't care less about Nomar these days and I still feel a clunk when I think about the moment I learned about that trade. I hate Farnsworth and laugh when he craps all over the mound and my stomach still sinks when I think about hysterically smoking a cigarette and babbling to patient and sweet![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
manderspander about all the varied reasons why that trade was the Worst Thing Ever.
And I can't help but wait for something to go wrong this year. I know the odds are rather more in my favor with the players I like best. But. That's what I thought the last two years too. I thought they couldn't possibly get away with trading Nomar. It never even occurred to me that the Tigers would trade their best reliever. I was wrong.
So tomorrow, I'm probably just going to stay away from my computer and from baseball period until the Red Sox game (BOOMAH RETURNS!), and try to distract myself with fun things. And then I will come home and see what I see.
I hate trade deadline. I really do. I have been burrrrned so bad by both of the ones I've seen since I got into baseball.
2004. Anger. Lots of it. A a calmer follow-up post. (In retrospect, both of these are pretty funny. But I'm getting ahead of myself.)
2005. Sour grapes. Heartbreak and despair. This was hands down worse than 2004. I still bear the scars.
And yeah, I know, it's all worked out. The guys we traded Nomar for, Cabrera and Mientkiewicz, helped us get to the postseason and ultimately win the World Series for the first time in, gee, how many years again? The guys we traded Farnsworth for, Roman
But y'know, that doesn't help. I couldn't care less about Nomar these days and I still feel a clunk when I think about the moment I learned about that trade. I hate Farnsworth and laugh when he craps all over the mound and my stomach still sinks when I think about hysterically smoking a cigarette and babbling to patient and sweet
manderspander about all the varied reasons why that trade was the Worst Thing Ever.And I can't help but wait for something to go wrong this year. I know the odds are rather more in my favor with the players I like best. But. That's what I thought the last two years too. I thought they couldn't possibly get away with trading Nomar. It never even occurred to me that the Tigers would trade their best reliever. I was wrong.
So tomorrow, I'm probably just going to stay away from my computer and from baseball period until the Red Sox game (BOOMAH RETURNS!), and try to distract myself with fun things. And then I will come home and see what I see.
