Johnny Damon, pictured far left as he'll look now, only in a different hat, has become the latest once-heroic athlete to forget loyalties and grub money. He had a chance to be one of the great folk heroes in Red Sox history. Now he's just another George Steinbrenner pawn who deserves all the booing and vilification he'll receive.
Pictured beside Damon is the player's spiritual great-grandpappy, Benedict Arnold.
By the way, I saw a company truck today for an air-conditioning outfit named "Air Around the Clock." And on this official company truck were a couple of large, prominent Yankees magnet decals. Are you serious? Get out of my driveway, OK? I'll find another company, thanks.
I like a semblance of nuetrality in my hired help. No political bumper stickers on company cars, thank you. If I'm pro-choice I don't want my air-conditioning truck to be touting an "abortion kills" bumper sticker, and a bunch of Yankees decals can have about the same effect.