Randy Winn, the best player we had, was traded off yesterday to the National League (for crying out loud!) for two SF Giants players, whom I will now always detest. What kind of name is "Yorvit" anyway?
So, I've taken my disgust and worked it into an adaptation of Joni Mitchell's classic, Big Yellow Taxi:
Late last night, I heard the local news show
Stupid sportscaster said that it was Randy Winn's time to go - Oh -
Don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone?
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.
Don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone?
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.
Oh sure, they've got $100 million to waste on Sexson and Bletre
But now that Randy Winn's gone there's going to be hell to pay - hey -
Don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone?
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.
Shoo-bop-bop-bop.
Mid-season trades are just a terrible thing to do to fans. You've put all this emotional investment in your favorite player, and then they trade him right out from under you without a blink. The SF Giants. Sheesh!
At least I got to see Randy Winn's last game as a Mariner on Friday night. He went 4/5. I can't believe we traded him. I would have rather they traded Jamie Moyer (an excellent pitcher and a Mariners icon, but one whose getting old) or Eddie Guardado (a great closer, but, again, tradeable) or either of those two shmoes they spent, collectively, $100 million on: Richie "The Drunk" Sexson or Adrian "Can't Get Used to the American League" Beltre.
I'm going to miss you, Randy Winn. Thank you for four great years of play. You're too good for this loser team, anyway. May your fingers be filled with World Series rings. May the Mariners rot in the pit of crappiness in which they have buried themselves.
Maybe when I calm down a little, I can focus on my second and third favorite players: Raul Ibañez and Willie Bloomquist. Holy cow, this is a staggering loss.