The Grand National Championships

February 5, 2009

Ben Sheets: What the Fuck?

That’s my opinion.

You get that big contract and you decide to celebrate the occasion by becoming lazier than me. Am I bitter? You’re goddamn right I’m bitter. All of these little injuries with the hammy and the obliques? It made your arm turn to shit.

You could have been a Hall of Famer. If you worked? It’s not hyperbole. Sure, the greatest 12-14 season of all-time may not have been matched. But even in your sprains and strains era, your lowest ERA+ was 117. I don’t know.

I don’t want to feel schadenfreude. But you’re the rough equivalent of the romatic comedy villain who’s too ridiculous to take back. But we kept taking you back.

C’est la vie.

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