Schneed10
12-21-2005, 01:26 PM
Johnny Damon, are you serious? Have you no respect for yourself? Have you no loyalty or sense of belonging? Have you no decency, no integrity, no sense of right and wrong? You've already left the team you came up with to join Evil Empire Junior in Boston; and after their fans welcomed you with open arms, and cheered for you to beat archnemesis Evil Empire Senior in New York, you up and leave yet again? Money talks, you say? I suppose it talks louder than your conscience in this case. Money talks so loudly that you would cross a line never to be crossed, a line as deeply drawn in the sand as the Mason Dixon line? You, sir, epitomize everything that is wrong with free agency in sports.
One would hope that, though the appeal of the Free Agency Serpent's temptation may be great, a fundamental moral backbone would exist in athletes and coaches; that despite temptation after temptation from other teams, even despite the most enticing offers from your previously most hated rivals, one would hope you would understand your place in the world of sports. One would hope that you would know where you belong, one would hope that you know where you are loved, and one would hope that you would never think about disappointing those who cheered so hard for you. One would hope that you know when loyalty is worth more than a few extra million dollars, and that we as people are defined by the company we keep. You, Johnny, feel no association to your fans, to your teammates, to your city; and now you can only be associated with Benedict Arnold.
Oh, that it were so, that sports figures may feel a part of something bigger than themselves. That they feel connected to their fans, and value loyalty, integrity, and their community. Perhaps such a figure exists, a man who would refuse offers to be elsewhere because he loved his city, a man who would turn down a few extra million to be where he belonged, a man who would never think of returning to the game he loved in any other venue than the one in which he attained glory. Perhaps such a man exists, but Johnny Damon, you are not him.
You are no Joe Gibbs.
One would hope that, though the appeal of the Free Agency Serpent's temptation may be great, a fundamental moral backbone would exist in athletes and coaches; that despite temptation after temptation from other teams, even despite the most enticing offers from your previously most hated rivals, one would hope you would understand your place in the world of sports. One would hope that you would know where you belong, one would hope that you know where you are loved, and one would hope that you would never think about disappointing those who cheered so hard for you. One would hope that you know when loyalty is worth more than a few extra million dollars, and that we as people are defined by the company we keep. You, Johnny, feel no association to your fans, to your teammates, to your city; and now you can only be associated with Benedict Arnold.
Oh, that it were so, that sports figures may feel a part of something bigger than themselves. That they feel connected to their fans, and value loyalty, integrity, and their community. Perhaps such a figure exists, a man who would refuse offers to be elsewhere because he loved his city, a man who would turn down a few extra million to be where he belonged, a man who would never think of returning to the game he loved in any other venue than the one in which he attained glory. Perhaps such a man exists, but Johnny Damon, you are not him.
You are no Joe Gibbs.