Saturday, December 13, 2008
And Another One
I've been accused of having an unfair and unwarranted hatred for A.J. Burnett. Obviosuly, I disagree with this accusation, because even though I do hate an absurd amount of players across the league, I usually have a good reason, or at least a reason that my twisted mind deems just. It's not like I look at a player and say, "I hate him" - there is a much more moronic and complicated process that evolves over a period of time. And Burnett has been through this process already, emerging at the end as someone I dislike.
So, why? Why this hatred? What can someone possibly dislike about a #2 starter who led the league in K's and dominated the AL East?
Well, where should I start?
1. Burnett has made 30+ starts in a season two times in his ten-year career
2. Burnett has pitched 200+ innings three times in his career
3. All three of those years were arbitration/contract years
4. He has nipple rings. Only gay guys and pornstars should have these things
5. He was drafted by the Mets, thus tainting him forever
I can keep going, too. I dislike his hickish hair, I dislike the fact that he has a weird heavy metal obsession (what is he, a 14 year-old rebelling against his strict parents?), I dislike his stupid goatee...honestly, the complaints are endless.
But, I must make due and let bygones be bygones. I don't want to see him fail, because failure means zero success for the Yankees. Am I excited to watch a pitching staff that does not include Sidney Ponson and Darrell Rasner? Fuck and yes. But I'm still leery, and I'm still not a fan of Burnett.
Coexistence and removed respect is more tangible than a blossoming adoration of him, so that's what I may have to shoot for. At least it can't be worse than watching the fucking circus rotation the Yankees trotted out last season, so that's a plus.