“His decision to stay with the Tigers is downright idiotic.”
“Why would Damon want to stay with the moribund Tigers when he had a chance to join the Red Sox for 5 1/2 weeks of stretch run fun.”
“Why play games that don’t matter when you can play games that still matter.”
“Think about it: For the next five weeks, you could live in downtown Boston and your wife could shop on Newbury Street. Or you could live in downtown Detroit, amid the boarded-up buildings and the proverbial skeleton frames of burned-out Chevrolets. Is this really a tough call?”
“Damon’s decision to eschew Boston hurts the Red Sox on and off the field. And we may never know the real reason.”
These are just a few quotes from narcissistic Boston Globe columnist, Dan Shaughnessy, in a brilliant article about how Johnny Damon just made the worst decision of his life by rejecting a trade to the Boston Red Sox. If you don’t have time to read the whole column, no worries because I can sum it up for you in one sentence: “But, but. . . we’re Boston.”
Maybe Shaughnessy’s right. I suppose if given the choice, I would go back to a place that low balled me after I was a post-season hero. I’d definitely go back to a place that has such nice things to say about me. Not to mention, a place with as good of shopping as Newbury Street. Chances are, I wouldn’t consider the fact that I may actually be happy where I’m at and have no need to go to Boston where, despite the media’s best efforts to make us believe it, the Red Sox are not in a pennant race. They just claimed Damon to prevent him from going to the Yankees or Rays, while trying to provide some false hope to their fanbase.
In fact, I’d almost argue that the Tigers have a better shot to make the playoffs being 9 out in the AL Central than the Red Sox, who are 5 1/2 games out in the AL East, behind the two best teams in the majors. But then again, I’m just some rational, non-beaneating guy who actually believes that the earth revolves around the sun, not Boston.