The Yankees are like that friend you had in high school who waited until you had a serious crush on a boy, then she pounced. On that same boy. And stole him away, utterly sans remorse. In fact she wanted you to be happy for her.
Anyway, as far as I'm concerned, New York can have Johnny Damon. I am so over him. Whatever.
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3 comments:
I thought he was your Homeboy.
I may have had feelings for him in the past, it's true. But we've all made mistakes in our lives.
Blech.
Speaking as an A's fan who has seen innumerable fan favorites leave for larger pastures, I know the feeling.
Think of us with sympathy the next time you offer an unmatchable contract offer to one of the green and gold. (And take Jason Kendall off of our hands, please. You can afford it).
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