In related news, I think Long Island is the best place to live on the planet. The abundant smell of Axe Body Spray wherever you go. The tans in January, the blinding glow of gold chains on the juiced up shaved chests of the resident guidos. Right. Exactly. This place is hell on earth.
Just yesterday I was at my local New York Sports Club heaving on one of the cardio machines, and there was some jagoff doing curls (with probably 20 pound weights may I add), and with every curl he grunted "SUMMERS COMING. SUMMERS COMING." Anyway, this is off topic. I just felt like giving ya'll some insight into the cesspool of humanity that is Strong Island.
Damon had two choices when he went in front of the media yesterday. Fake it, or fake it, as he and Boras read the free agent market about as well as your average idiot reads the roulette tables in Vegas. Anywayz.
Damon said he didn't expect to take a paycut because of "all he had done for the Yankee organization." That may be true. However, this is professional sports, Geico Caveman. When you get old, you make less money. That's the one advantage that the rest of us working schlubs have over professional athletes. You're 36. My dead grandmother can throw further than you. You're not going to get any better than you were last year. NO ONE DENIES THIS.
Anyway, I personally am always amazed by the straight up delusional behavior of most professional athletes. Enjoy playing in the 4th most miserable city in the United States.
3 comments:
That pic is priceless.
wow, I had no idea that Johnny Damon was the dude from Passion for the Christ. He can throw like a girl and swear at you in aramaic all at once.
God feet gross me out. Johnny Damono's feet gross me out especially.
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