Sell the Team, Fred

Dear Fred,

I'm writing to you, not as a traffic-hungry blogger, but as a fan-a long-time, die-hard fan. You see, my father, who, like you, was a Brooklyn Dodgers fan, raised me in orange and blue. There wasn't a choice in the matter, and I never looked back-until last night.

Last night, when the Miami Marlins officially signed Jose Reyes to a six-year, $106 million deal, something inside me snapped. As a life-long Mets fan, I've witnessed a lot of defeat. I'm too young to have tasted to sweet champagne of the 1986 victory, but unfortunately, perfectly aged to have experienced the tear-filled Playoff defeats in 1999, 2000, and 2006, as well as the various and abundant collapses here, there, and in-between. Yet, despite the agony, my cap remained unfettered, and I continued to defend the team against the sea of naysayers. I always looked forward to the scramble of the off-season, and eventual 7-Train out to Flushing with my family. Whether or not I agreed with the direction of the team's operations, there was still that childish hope that, "This will be the year."

But for the first time in my life, I don't believe that hopeful colloquialism. The difference between all the devastation of previous years and the event that occurred last night, is that the latter could have been prevented. More specifically, it could have been prevented by owners that cared...click here to read the rest of this article on Rising Apple...

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