To Laugh, or to Cry?
A month ago, with the arrival of Carlos Silva and his subsequent thievery of George Sherrill's jersey number, I said good-bye to GS52. In the next day or so, he's evidently going to get a phone call informing him of his trade to Baltimore, and I'll be forced, once again, to say good-bye. I was hoping that phone call would be from Mr. Silva -- after all, he said he'd hook him up when I asked him at FanFest.
Honestly, the Free George Sherrill campaign will not come to an end. He may be leaving Seattle, but he's not shed of my fandom. It's quite possible that he's being banished to an even worse-run organization than the Mariners'. Also, with Boston and NY as well as a seriously up-and-coming Tampa Bay team in the same division, it's likely he won't pitch in the playoffs any time soon. I'm not sure, either, whether Baltimore would consider using him as their closer. So, with both of those things working against him, the campaign continues. Yes, my favorite player on my favorite team is about to be traded.
That doesn't mean my fandom comes to an end...
Labels: bad decisions, George Sherrill, Good-byes, trades
posted by PositivePaul @ 11:09 PM
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