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Tuesday, November 21, 2006
no justice, no peace -- violence breeds violence!:
Goddamn it, NO! No! Justin Morneau is not the AL MVP! Recount! Where was Katherine Harris? Diebold? Atti-ca! Atti-ca!
What the fuck? Jeter put together the most amazing season of his career, anchoring a team that suffered the loss of Sheffield and Matsui and still ran away with the goddamned division. He just barely lost a dogfight with Morneau's teammate Joe Mauer for the batting title. While everyone else's defense was suffering, Jeter remained a great shortstop, if not a Gold Glover.
I recognize that there can be no sympathy for the embarassment of riches that is Derek Jeter. But when an incredible athlete is at or near the height of his talent, he deserves to be recognized. I suppose that 97 RBI and a paltry 14 homers are not traditional MVP numbers, but the guy hit an amazing .343 and had a ginormous .417 OBP. Life is unfair.
Don't make me buy Jeter's cologne to make up for this. Please.
Jeepers, you act like 1987 never happened. The BBWAA is not known for its delicate sensibilities and fine judgments.