And Here Come The Pretzels!
Since the Red Sox/Y***ees game has been postponed, now might be a good time discuss what happened with Johnny Damon yesterday.
He was greeted with either a healthy smattering of cheers among a loud chorus of boos, or a healthy smattering of boos among a loud chorus of cheers, depending on the recording that you're listening to. His reception was definitely less welcoming than Dick Cheney's at the Nationals' Opening Day but more welcoming than Eichmann's in Jerusalem. We'll call the happy medium...Thurman Munson.
If I had been at the game, I'm not sure what I would my reaction would have been. Yes, he was such a huge part of 2004.
HOWEVER--the offer the Sox made this offseason was not by any means insulting, but he went to the Y***ees anyway, tried to pretend he had been insulted, and insisted that it had absolutely nothing to do with the money.
He's the victim. Listen to this from his new manager:
Not quite. Sure, if Johnny Damon had signed with the A's, he'd have gotten a standing ovation. Even if he had signed with the Y***ees and just kept his goddamned mouth shut for the next four months, he'd have heard a few boos in a generally warm wave of applause. That's not how wanted to play it, though.
Instead, he spent three months speaking into every microphone put in front of him. You would have thought they passed a New York State law that you had to answer every single question from every single reporter until Opening Day. So he talked about how miserable things are in the Red Sox locker room, about how Manny has been praying to be a Y***ee, about how he and Millar were the real spirit of 2004. And now he's upset and, yes, a little ashamed of Boston that he's getting booed.
The fans could have been super extra-special classy and brushed it all off. But they didn't, and you know what? This is how he wanted it. Now he can sulk, feeling like the whore who didn't get paid. He can carry a chip on his shoulder and truly be a Y***ee.
I probably just would have sat there and done nothing. Or, depending on where I was sitting, thrown something like an Escalade at him. Or a battery.
Whatever it is they used to do to Thurman Munson.
He was greeted with either a healthy smattering of cheers among a loud chorus of boos, or a healthy smattering of boos among a loud chorus of cheers, depending on the recording that you're listening to. His reception was definitely less welcoming than Dick Cheney's at the Nationals' Opening Day but more welcoming than Eichmann's in Jerusalem. We'll call the happy medium...Thurman Munson.
If I had been at the game, I'm not sure what I would my reaction would have been. Yes, he was such a huge part of 2004.
HOWEVER--the offer the Sox made this offseason was not by any means insulting, but he went to the Y***ees anyway, tried to pretend he had been insulted, and insisted that it had absolutely nothing to do with the money.
He's the victim. Listen to this from his new manager:
"I was a little disappointed in the reaction by the fans," Joe Torre said. "Evidently, wearing a Yankee uniform overrides winning a World Series and busting your tail for four years."
Not quite. Sure, if Johnny Damon had signed with the A's, he'd have gotten a standing ovation. Even if he had signed with the Y***ees and just kept his goddamned mouth shut for the next four months, he'd have heard a few boos in a generally warm wave of applause. That's not how wanted to play it, though.
Instead, he spent three months speaking into every microphone put in front of him. You would have thought they passed a New York State law that you had to answer every single question from every single reporter until Opening Day. So he talked about how miserable things are in the Red Sox locker room, about how Manny has been praying to be a Y***ee, about how he and Millar were the real spirit of 2004. And now he's upset and, yes, a little ashamed of Boston that he's getting booed.
The fans could have been super extra-special classy and brushed it all off. But they didn't, and you know what? This is how he wanted it. Now he can sulk, feeling like the whore who didn't get paid. He can carry a chip on his shoulder and truly be a Y***ee.
I probably just would have sat there and done nothing. Or, depending on where I was sitting, thrown something like an Escalade at him. Or a battery.
Whatever it is they used to do to Thurman Munson.
posted by Matthew at 4:28 PM
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