The Duke and the Victim
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It looks as though the final chapter in the sad, bizarre story of Victor Zambrano, Metropolitan, has been written. Without disclosing the pain he was in to the Mets, the dumbass went and tore his elbow tendon against the Br*ves, effectively ending his season. Apparently, he was crying and talking about how there was too much pressure put on him by the fans and by the circumstances of his trade to the Mets. Hopefully, he will be able to recover and even pitch again, somewhere where there is less pressure, and in a place where someone can teach him how to pitch. Last night's unbelievable second inning run-off was nothing like I've ever seen. But it was a fittingly strange end to a story that begin with a truly bizzare trade.
Who's to blame? Well you can't really, at the end of the day, blame the Victim. It's not his fault he's not bright enough to be a major league pitcher, and get paid millions to play a kid's game, or safeguard his career from preventable disasters. Should his teammates have told management what they knew? Maybe. But as far as I'm concerned, there is a villain in this story.
A little history reminder...
"Before the Mets obtained him, Zambrano had experienced flexor tendinitis in his right elbow. Although the Devil Rays X-rayed the elbow, they only disclosed the results to Mets' doctors, not allowing them to examine the X-rays. And then on Aug. 19, 2004, three weeks after the trade that brought him to New York, Zambrano was placed on the disabled list with a strained right flexor muscle and he did not pitch again that season."
Trading for this guy to bring him to New York has just got to be one of the dumbest moves in major league history. It gets dumber everyday, and yesterday it got a whole lot dumber. Two words: Damaged goods. Two other words: Mentally Soft. [NOTE: I do not need to mention a certain rising star lefty now toiling away for the D-rays; that is only part of the story]. But at the end of the day, it was inept managment that indirectly caused the (probable) demise of Victor Zambrano's career. And that inept manager's name is Jim Duquette. Who knows to what extent the rest of the organizational chucklehead's, such as the Mullet Man and the Wilpons, played in the travesty, as they have backed away from the decision like cowards. But the guy who pulled the trigger has to be tossing and turning in his bed down in Baltimore tonight. And hopefully this organization is past making moves of historically dumb proportions.
It looks as though the final chapter in the sad, bizarre story of Victor Zambrano, Metropolitan, has been written. Without disclosing the pain he was in to the Mets, the dumbass went and tore his elbow tendon against the Br*ves, effectively ending his season. Apparently, he was crying and talking about how there was too much pressure put on him by the fans and by the circumstances of his trade to the Mets. Hopefully, he will be able to recover and even pitch again, somewhere where there is less pressure, and in a place where someone can teach him how to pitch. Last night's unbelievable second inning run-off was nothing like I've ever seen. But it was a fittingly strange end to a story that begin with a truly bizzare trade.
Who's to blame? Well you can't really, at the end of the day, blame the Victim. It's not his fault he's not bright enough to be a major league pitcher, and get paid millions to play a kid's game, or safeguard his career from preventable disasters. Should his teammates have told management what they knew? Maybe. But as far as I'm concerned, there is a villain in this story.
A little history reminder...
"Before the Mets obtained him, Zambrano had experienced flexor tendinitis in his right elbow. Although the Devil Rays X-rayed the elbow, they only disclosed the results to Mets' doctors, not allowing them to examine the X-rays. And then on Aug. 19, 2004, three weeks after the trade that brought him to New York, Zambrano was placed on the disabled list with a strained right flexor muscle and he did not pitch again that season."
Trading for this guy to bring him to New York has just got to be one of the dumbest moves in major league history. It gets dumber everyday, and yesterday it got a whole lot dumber. Two words: Damaged goods. Two other words: Mentally Soft. [NOTE: I do not need to mention a certain rising star lefty now toiling away for the D-rays; that is only part of the story]. But at the end of the day, it was inept managment that indirectly caused the (probable) demise of Victor Zambrano's career. And that inept manager's name is Jim Duquette. Who knows to what extent the rest of the organizational chucklehead's, such as the Mullet Man and the Wilpons, played in the travesty, as they have backed away from the decision like cowards. But the guy who pulled the trigger has to be tossing and turning in his bed down in Baltimore tonight. And hopefully this organization is past making moves of historically dumb proportions.
posted by I.M. Forme @ 9:02 AM
4 Comments:
At 4:31 PM,
Anonymous said…
You're a heartless jerk. And this site is full of nothing but whining, tired cliches and mindless negativity. Which I suppose is why you're pretty much talking to yourself. You seem to never have a kind word for the Mets, so it's a mystery why you chose this subject to begin with. Unless you really think your tired, dour Met-bashing "wit" makes you seem cool.
Blogging has oh so much to answer for.
At 5:47 AM,
I.M. Forme said…
Look Fran, I told you a thousand times to stop posting on my blog!!
Though I am a heartless jerk, one thing I've never been moved to do is leave anonymous hatemail on a novelty sportsblog! Talk about whining and mindless negativity! Hey, are you looking for a job?
Of course, my cliches are anything but tired! Look at the passion they aroused in you! Boy, you must have read a lot more of this blog than most people to come to such revelations! You really get me. I should start marketing directly to you, to bad you didn't leave contact information!
Anyhow, thanks for your traffic! I look forward to your continuing patronage.
At 9:56 AM,
Anonymous said…
I believe this is the right time for a penis joke.
Hey, anonymous guy. Your penis is so small... whatever, man, you have a small dick, okay?
At 6:19 AM,
I.M. Forme said…
Hey Andrew, we both know that penis jokes are ALWAYS appropriate!!
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