Oooooeeeeoooo....please just go....
As a moderately knowledgeable Sox fan, one of the questions I get asked a lot is "What do you think of Magglio Ordonez?"
At the start of the 2004 campaign, the happy Venezuelan right fielder was one of the most underappreciated players in the game, and a virtual unknown outside of the AL Central. He played in the All-Star game in 2001 and cracked a dinger, but that night was vastly overshadowed by Cal Ripken's glorious moment. He was a last minute replacement for the 2003 AL All Stars and got to play in front of his hometown crowd, but flied out in his only at-bat. With the Sox rarely on national TV, Maggs busted his ass in relative obscurity for 6 years. He endeared himself to many a Sox fan with his sliding catches, clutch hits and hustle. And women just adored him because of his cute butt.
Then things started to go downhill. Hollywood Willie Harris forgot to call him off on a fly ball and collided with him, turning Magglio's knee into a swollen, edema-laden monstrosity. Maggs missed most of the season, and ended up flying off to Austria for some experimental surgery. Never a good sign.
Anyway, this year was the last year of Magglio's contract with the Pale Hose. This past fall, he enlisted the aid of Scott Boras, the universally reviled sports superagent who put enough of a Heimlich manuever on Rangers owner Tom Hicks to get him to cough up 250 million smackers for Alex Rodriguez in 2001. That's where things really got out of control. The Sox made Ordonez 3 different contract offers, and he shot them all down...all without allowing doctors to look at his knee. Talk about blind faith.
Boras ran around baseball's winter meetings with a glossy book all about Magglio that he gladly showed off to owners and GMs. Then Magglio did the unthinkable--he said he wouldn't mind playing for the Team Up North. To White Sox fans, that's the ultimate insult. Naturally, Cub fans' little blue hearts started to pitter patter pitter patter under their pink polo shirts with glee at the thought of snatching another right fielder away from their tattooed freak white trash neighbors to the south. That talk seems to have cooled down, and now the most likely scenario is that Magglio will end up a Detroit Tiger.
Exile on Woodward Street, indeed. Magglio says time and time again he wants to win. The Tigers won 43 games 2 years ago, and 72 games last year. Maggs doesn't want to win. Maggs just wants money. I always say greed is good, but I guess I make exceptions for baseball players.
On that note, have some Jenna!
As a moderately knowledgeable Sox fan, one of the questions I get asked a lot is "What do you think of Magglio Ordonez?"
At the start of the 2004 campaign, the happy Venezuelan right fielder was one of the most underappreciated players in the game, and a virtual unknown outside of the AL Central. He played in the All-Star game in 2001 and cracked a dinger, but that night was vastly overshadowed by Cal Ripken's glorious moment. He was a last minute replacement for the 2003 AL All Stars and got to play in front of his hometown crowd, but flied out in his only at-bat. With the Sox rarely on national TV, Maggs busted his ass in relative obscurity for 6 years. He endeared himself to many a Sox fan with his sliding catches, clutch hits and hustle. And women just adored him because of his cute butt.
Then things started to go downhill. Hollywood Willie Harris forgot to call him off on a fly ball and collided with him, turning Magglio's knee into a swollen, edema-laden monstrosity. Maggs missed most of the season, and ended up flying off to Austria for some experimental surgery. Never a good sign.
Anyway, this year was the last year of Magglio's contract with the Pale Hose. This past fall, he enlisted the aid of Scott Boras, the universally reviled sports superagent who put enough of a Heimlich manuever on Rangers owner Tom Hicks to get him to cough up 250 million smackers for Alex Rodriguez in 2001. That's where things really got out of control. The Sox made Ordonez 3 different contract offers, and he shot them all down...all without allowing doctors to look at his knee. Talk about blind faith.
Boras ran around baseball's winter meetings with a glossy book all about Magglio that he gladly showed off to owners and GMs. Then Magglio did the unthinkable--he said he wouldn't mind playing for the Team Up North. To White Sox fans, that's the ultimate insult. Naturally, Cub fans' little blue hearts started to pitter patter pitter patter under their pink polo shirts with glee at the thought of snatching another right fielder away from their tattooed freak white trash neighbors to the south. That talk seems to have cooled down, and now the most likely scenario is that Magglio will end up a Detroit Tiger.
Exile on Woodward Street, indeed. Magglio says time and time again he wants to win. The Tigers won 43 games 2 years ago, and 72 games last year. Maggs doesn't want to win. Maggs just wants money. I always say greed is good, but I guess I make exceptions for baseball players.
On that note, have some Jenna!
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