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What gives you the right to fuck with our lives: CX
What gives you the right to fuck with our lives: CIX
I forgot I needed it
can't you hear my lambs are calling
hear all the bombs fade away
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Tuesday, December 26, 2006
the end of you:
Do it, Brian. Get rid of Randy Johnson. Make it a dignified end. Johnson went 17-11 last season, but with a 5.00 ERA, he probably would have only won, say, 12 games had he not had the offensive explosion of the Yankees carrying him. He's proven himself too far past his prime to be an ace. His six-inning no-hitter in August was as impressive as the way he blew it was heartbreaking. A rotation of Pettitte, Igawa, Mussina, and Wang is a hell of a good one, and chances are we have to start Pavano just so we can shop him around. Of the four real starters, who would you bench for a 43-year old RJ coming off of back surgery and acting surly in the clubhouse?
I passed by Fenway as I took a cab to South Station on Sunday. I'll admit it: it was impressive, and I was filled with respect for the house of my enemy. But it now plans to nurture a rotation of Matsuzaka, Papelbon and Beckett, with Lester -- get well soon, man; seriously -- iffy, no bullpen to speak of and Mike Timlin closing. It makes a lot of sense to unload Johnson's contract and put him back on a club like Arizona, where he can be a sentimental favorite, earn a dignified retirement and improve the rotation. The only losers here are the proper losers: the Boston Red Sox.
Word. Time to part ways with Randy. The loss of bad attitude alone should buoy things a bit.