So the estimable Will Carroll of Jenn Sterger fame has directed you here, eh? Well then. Let us say just this one thing while you're around... after all the words that were written about the Royals' "horrible" offseason signing, after all the letters and tears sent to this jester-king over at Salon, after all those message boards filled up with all that foolish claptrap...
We forgive you.
Gilgameche forgives you.
And, most importantly, the baseball gods forgive you.
For those who doubt man-myths like Gil Meche may as well doubt the heart of Optimus Prime, and gods do not like seeing those who walk among them thusly defiled.
But we all forgive you.
Finis. Optimus Prime lives. Gilgameche lives. Dayton Moore Our Hero lives. Trust lives. Royals baseball lives.
Jenn Sterger, thankfully, lives...
Photo by Tomasso DeRosa
POSTSCRIPT: For the record, the bet was that Meche would end the season with a higher VORP than this guy.
And if you just clicked on the "this guy" link and came back... yes, Cubs fans, we apologize... we apologize you haven't been to a World Series that wasn't affected by a World War since 1938 and haven't won one in 346 years, we apologize for the supposed curse(s) that makes your team so appealing to literatis, we apologize for the wind, the snow, the sleet in April, the fact that you couldn't win one for Harry and can't seem to win for Santo, for the sacking of Steve Stone, for letting Greg Maddux go... we apologize your hometown media still blames Bartman, we apologize you're about to be overtaken by corporate sharks and, most of all, we apologize your team paid $7 million for an October long reliever. So, again... sorry. Go, Cubs, go!
POSTSCRIPT 2: But let us unite in proclaiming the Cardinals' suckitude.