The Braves used to be the varsity quarterback of the MLB. We could get anyone we wanted. Maddux spurned more money and more years from the Yankees to come pitch for us. We could routinely underpay players to get them to pay for us, just because we were awesome. This would be the equivalent of not even having to buy the girl a drink and still she'd come home with you.
But now? Things have changed.
After an offseason of hell, where we were rejected, in order, by Jake Peavy, AJ Burnett, Rafael Furcal, John Smoltz (gah!), and now, Ken Griffey, Jr. Every single one of these players was reportedly within "a crossing of the t's and a dotting of the i's" of coming to Atlanta. And not a single one did.
The Braves are no longer the stud. Sure, the rich kid in the corner with the pinstripes keeps throwing money at all the skanks. But us? Now we're the guy who can't close. We have no game. We couldn't get laid if the girl was drunk, wearing five-inch heels, and had just come home from a full semester at her all-girls boarding school.
(Sighs)
Happy Spring Training.
1 comment:
Well, we did get Tommy back... We'd know things were truly awful if someone spent time with the Mets (5 years?!?!?) and didn't come crawling back.
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