It is my contention that Aramis Ramirez is the laziest athlete in Chicago. I know, Carlos Boozer is a close second, but this is a runaway. This is also a day for Cubs fans to revel in the fact that Mr. Hustle has accepted the fact that he will not be in Chicago next year. He can end up in the California Penal League for all I care. You don’t deserve to have your $16 million option picked up. No, not even by captain ass clown, Tom Ricketts.
“Yeah, there is a good chance. I’m a free agent,” said Ramirez, whose Cubs play their final home game on Wednesday. “I don’t know what’s happening, but it looks like I’m going to hit the market.”
Ramirez’s numbers since June do nothing for me. Any stiff can ball out when the pressure is off.
Yes you will. Enjoy that market, “Rammy.” I’m sure while you’re there you’ll find a team or two that’s desperate for a 3rd baseman, and will offer you a 2 year deal at a fraction of what you thought Jim Hendry would pay you for 2012. You can ask for a 3 year contract all you want, but any team that gives that to you obviously hasn’t watched you loaf like a fat slob to first on ground balls. They haven’t seen you day dream while attempting to field your position. But yeah, have fun hitting the market. If I was a GM and your agent Paul Kinzer called me, I’d hang up the phone before he finished telling me who he was.
The $2 million buyout that the Cubs will pay you will be the best money Ricketts has spent since taking over this disaster. Ramirez had this to say about staying with the Cubs…
“That’s what I’ve said all along,” Ramirez said. “But it doesn’t look that way right now.”
No it doesn’t. Would you like to know why? Because the Cubs are better off digging up Ron Santo’s corpse then they are bringing your carcass back. At least I know Santo’s remains would bust ass and try and get the team off to a good start in April. I know, it’s too cold for you in those frigid months of April & May. I hate even writing about this clown. If I could, I’d pack his bags for him. Free of charge.
Your team leading .306 average, & 92 RBI mean nothing to me. Where was this “Rammy” when the team was falling over themselves early on? You were on cruise control because you knew the GM & the candy ass who masquerades as a manger didn’t have the balls to call your ass out. Of course you didn’t want to waive your no-trade clause. Why take on the responsibility & the pressure that a pennant race brings? Oooh, I know why! It’s because your gutless.
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