Today is a very sad day.
Today is the day that one of my favorite baseball players of all time trades in his crisp, white uniform for a dingy gray one to match the city it’s represented (yeah I know they both have grey and white uniforms but it’s for literary effect!). Ichiro Suzuki, got traded to the Yankees today, and I could not hate them and Mariner’s management anymore if I tried.
Here’s the thing: The Yankees are unstoppable because they’re so disgustingly rich they can do whatever they want and take whoever they want. I was a huge Alex Rodriguez fan when I was a kid. Where does he end up? The Yankees. Where does he really succeed? In New York. Because of this, I’ve always held a grudge against them (and OK, I also prefer the Red Sox, too).
Ichiro has been here for so long now. Yes, he’s getting old and not in his prime like he once was, but it’s a loyalty thing. The principle. It comes from the same sentiment that Ken Griffey Jr. came back home to retire. Where he started. Where he belonged.
Maybe I put too much Nostalgia into my sports, but I’m pretty hurt by this one. Whether we suck or not.
Not to mention, I’ll have to find a shirt with another name on it for when I go to the games now. DAMN.