Coming in to today’s game, you were hitting .195. You had all of two home runs and eleven RBI’s. You were not contributing offensively at all, and your defense is below average at best. You are coming off the worst season of your pro-career, and you have publically admitted as much on numerous occasions. You were benched yesterday. Despite all of this, you are making $16,000,000.
I’m quite sure that if you were to examine your own stats without knowing that they were your own stats, you would surly think that the player should be sent to AAA. To be among the highest paid players in the game, one would think you should at least be an “average” offensive player.
Carlos Delgado, you are NOT an average player. The paycheck that you earn and the expectations that are thrust upon you ensure that you have superstar status, even if you no longer have superstar ability.
Today, you hit two home runs. Today, you looked like you could actually earn your paycheck. And today, the fans cheered for you like you were a triumphant emperor being carried home after a victory in a bloody foreign war. And today, you told the fans to kiss your ass.
We wanted a curtain call, and you gave us the finger. We wanted to cheer for you, and you had sex with our sister. We wanted nothing short of a few seconds to embrace you, and you completely and utterly ignored us.
Sure, you’ve been booed. Sure, you’ve been given a hard time. But quite frankly, you don’t even rank on the list of disappointing players who have felt the wrath of Mets fans. Ask Bobby Bonilla, Vince Coleman, Braden Looper, Roberto Alomar, George Foster, Armando Benetiz, et. They have a right to be bitter to the Shea fans. YOU, Carlos, you do not.
So Carlos, today, when you chose to ignore the fans that wanted a curtain call, you may have stuck your foot in the door and served notice that someday very soon you will be on that list above, that list of players who will never be embraced by the fans. And for that, I say:
F%*# You, Carlos Delgado, F%*# You.