Great players leave. Lousy players leave. No one in sports lasts forever. Jackie Robinson, Stan Musial, Ted Williams, Babe Ruth, Yaz, Cal Ripken, and so many more have come and go over the years. Some stick with a team their whole career and others move around - it happens.
Like a hair cut, no matter how good or bad it is, your hair continues to grow and you'll have to get it cut again. Same with sports. Bobby Orr eventually retired as did Bobby Hull. Larry Bird and Dr. J are known for a rivalry that was for the ages and is long since retired and a memory or point of history for kids today. Sammy Sneed? Ben Hogan? Who are they? Arnold Palmer, he's the ice tea guy right?
You get my point.
So when a kid at school asked me how I felt about Ells going to the Yankees, I shrugged and said, "He'll probably end up riding the pine pony on the DL next to Youk."
He smiled and said, "Yeah, probably.
My love affair with Ells ended the season he spent the whole summer at home in Arizona recovering from injured ribs. It was the same season two other team mates taped up their ribs and went out and played and another team mate, Dustin Pedroia, sat on the field in cast over a broken foot practicing fielding from sitting and kneeling positions.
Ellsbury, in my opinion, is a lazy crybaby. He gets a hangnail and he's out a game. He stubs his toe in the clubhouse, better get the back up utility fielder suited up fast because he's playing at least one or two games. So go let him be New York's expensive problem, the same way Wade Boggs, Johnny Damon, Kevin Youkilis and so many others have become.
For those of you who hate the Yanks for snagging Ells, get over it. If you do a happy dance when we snag a player from them, remember turn about is fair play.
Right now I'm sitting here on a gray December day dreaming of April, the smell of the freshly mown grass and the call of, "Play Ball!" knowing that whomever the Sox field on that day will be worthy of play.
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