Did anybody really want Jason Bay? He passed on offers from the big boys like Boston and Anaheim and even Seattle only to get stuck with the sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, Mets. There's an explicit way to play your cards and Bay got fucked by the dealer this off-season. I guess I don't really know how else to explain this. It's like a party you could have about 3 different girls who's combined attributes are a 7. Not bad. But there's a chance you can bang the prom queen. A perfect 10. You just gotta wait around a bit. Well, the prom queen decided she's too good for that party, skips it, meanwhile the 7's bailed out for greener pastures and it's 12:30 and all you got in front of you is the nasty softball player from high school who would've blown you even if you lent her a pen. So in conclusion, Bay got what he wanted but the satisfaction in the long run is no where to be seen.
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