The sports world's buzzing this week about Los Angeles Dodger Matt Kemp's new 9 year, $14 million contract. Big fucking deal.
Sure, he's a good player and may win the Cy Young this year. But he's not worth anywhere NEAR 14 million bucks. No quarterback is. (I have always referred to centerfielders as the "quarterbacks" of the outfield, and I would like you to do the same.)
I guess Dodgers General Manager Fred Colletti doesn't have enough knowledge to know Kemp is old and frail and therefore prone to injury. All it takes is Kemp chasing down a hard grounder to the warning track, tripping on an outfield sprinkler, and suffering a career-ending ankle sprain. Not likely, you say? Guess again Martha!
This kind of thing happens all the time in the world of sports. It will probably happen to Kemp by mid-June if my calculations are correct.
And THEN what will the Dodgers do, huh wiseguy? They're already broke since Al McCourt spent all their money on European hot sauce and trips to Club Med. But I guess this is just another lesson the Dodgers will learn the hard way. If they really want to cover their bets, they might consider bringing back Brett Butler as a quality backup center fielder so Kemp can have a day off here and there and they can plug him (Butler) in for good when Kemp suffers his guaranteed injury.
I'll see you at the Stadium,
Morty
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