Great Moments in Selective Memory
Enjoying the hue and cry from the rabidly self-centered Red Sox fans over Jesus (Judas?) Damon signing with the Yankees. Um, you guys do recall how you acquired Damon, right? As a free agent. Just four years ago. When he signed with THE HIGHEST BIDDER.
At some point in the last four years he achieved some kind of mythical status that elevated him above the usual "Professional Athletes Care Far Less About Their Team Than You Do" status? Gimme a break. Yeah, he was sort of an iconic figure that helped wipe out your lifetime of suffering. And what did he do almost immediately after? Cash in. Books, Queer eye, he dumped his first wife and married a trophy. His agent is Scott Boras! You can't possibly really be this dumb.
So now he's betrayed Red Sox Nation. That's a laugh. He was never part of you. You were a way station. Just another 'ho.
At least you got a ring as a tip. Now please, STFU.