While watching the MLB All-Star game last night, something began to bother me. It wasn’t the fact that there are so many attractive American League players that I never knew about. (I’m a Phillies fan through and through, but a girl’s gotta keep her options open.) It wasn’t even the fact that when Obama threw out the first pitch, you could tell that his jeans weren’t the most flattering cut for his usually cute butt. (Where were you on that one, Michelle?)
It was, however, all the talk of trades – particularly intra-league ones.
I’m not a total purist; I know that professional sports are as much business as they are love of the game. But I have a hard time understanding how it can be so easy to bounce from one city – one team – to another. If you play somewhere long enough, doesn’t that become a home of sorts? You inherit the good, the bad, and the rivalries.
Take, for instance, Johnny Damon. He played four years with the Boston Red Sox and was key in the 2004 ALCS win over the Yankees. Anyone that remembers that series remembers how intense it was. It was arguably more exciting than the World Series that year. And yet, two years later, he gets traded…to the Yankees? Is it that easy to switch allegiances?
In a similar intra-division trade, the Phillies will soon be acquiring Pedro Martinez of the New York Mets. The Phillies will be acquiring a Mets player. Honestly, I don’t have a problem with making the team better. I’d love the chance to chalk up another World Series win in my lifetime. I just don’t see how you can give your heart and soul to one city, then take it back, turn around, and give it to the so-called enemy.
If nothing else, think of the fans. Do you know how hard it is to start rooting for someone who you’ve spent so much time booing? You feel like a hypocrite. Though, I suppose, if I were paid a multi-million dollar salary, too, it might be easier than I imagine.
Shall we test that theory? Who do I call about this?