Let's get after it . . .
Big Papi, we have your back. What?!? You thought I was going to pile on like the rest of you frauds?!? I don't feel let down, no god damn way. I don't feel cheated, nope not a chance.
I don't feel robbed, deceived, or however you'd like to put it, not at all. My hat goes off to all 245 regular season homeruns David Ortiz slugged in a Red Sox uniform. While I'm at it, Manny Ramirez deserves to be in The Hall. One step further, Bonds is the greatest hitter of all time and sorry Hank, Barry is the real Homerun King. To each and every last aging, crusty sports reporter (you know who you are) times up. On your newspapers, on your muddled opinions, on your turning a blind eye when things were going well, it's all over. The fans who read your columns and attend baseball games just don't care. We loved the homerun era and for all intents and purposes wished we had it back. No, you aren't going to convince us in 1,500 words that the joy we had during the fall of 2004 is tainted. I'm not going to let that happen. There is a reason why what your reading is changing the landscape. Maybe not my blog, but these type of blogs get one thing straight: What we care about, matters. You can write your columns tearing down our legends and building up your black & white television memories of Hank Aaron & Joe DiMaggio but you and I know it really doesn't matter. At the end of the day it's what the fans care about and we've decided to stand up and cheer our "black eyes" you've given us. To David Ortiz, Manny Ramirez, Roger Clemens, Alex Rodriguez, Sammy Sosa, and Barry Lamar Bonds, take a bow. To you muttering old newspaper reporters, take a seat! KEEP IT REAL!
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