...as I said a couple of days ago in this post.
Honestly, I'm almost at a total loss for words. I think I've said it all, anyway, over the past few years, as I haven't liked the construction or attitude of this team since the day Carlos Beltran stood at home plate with the bat on his shoulders in Game 7 of the 2006 NLCS.
Shoulda told us something.
And by now, I'm sure Johan Santana is strongly questioning why the fuck he came here. This isn't what was represented to him, I'm sure. Hell, it's not even what was represented to the general public.
I feel so flim-flammed, so used, so lied to, so mislead, so conned.
And probably, so does Johan. Only difference is, he gets paid a lot of money to assuage his disappointment.
We don't. Au contraire, we have to SPEND IT, and add insult to injury.
And Omar Minaya gets a four-year contract extension.
I don't know how much more of this I can take...shoot, shoot, SHOOT!