Idiots Write About Sports

Over at The Juice Blog, Scott Long asked a fairly innocuous question: Who is your least favorite player in baseball? The one condition: Barry Bonds cannot be named on your list. And that simple question produced 83 responses — 83! — proving again that love may be all you need, but that most people get along just fine with pure, unbridled hatred.

Naturally, since Soctt’s question invited negativity, I had to weigh in with my choice for least favorite player, quoted in its entirety below:

Jason Giambi, though not for the steroid stuff. And it’s not because he signed with the Yankees for a krajillion dollars — hey, if you can convince someone to pay you that kind of money, more power to you. And as an A’s fan, I’m used to players leaving Oakland for green pastures.

No, what fills my brain with blinding rage about Giambi is that on the day he signed with the Yankees for a krajillion dollars, he found it necessary to go on Letterman and bash Oakland. A classless, gutless move and that’s why I’m a little bit disappointed after each game when Giambi isn’t run over by a bus or crushed by a meteor or smote by an angry God.

Maybe this year…

Naturally, there’s a fair amount of hyperbole involved in that passage. I don’t actually wish that kind of misfortune upon Giambi. I’d be perfectly happy if he were just afflicted with unslightly boils and forced to live on a garbage pile outside the city walls.

Incidentally, the unofficial winner of The Juice’s lack-of-popularity contest appears to be Curt Schilling — a verdict this reporter heartily endorses.

As a D'backs fan, I can certainly attest to the Schilling hate. Much like Giambi, he saw fit to trash his former team--the ring he won in Phoenix was "ring B" compared to "ring A," which he won with Boston. Personally, I was glad when he left because I didn't have to pretend to like that blowhard attention-whore any longer. I still contend he left because Randy Johnson got all the attention, and poor little Curt was left in the comparative shadows. He's not about the winning; he's about the adulation.

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