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Things I remember Princess AL MVP doing against the Tigers and the Red Sox this year:
K. K. Groundout. Flyout. Error. K. K. Error. Error. Error. K. Error.
But, you know, the winning homeruns off Schill and Bondo totally make up for that. Especially if you forget that Schill hadn't pitched in forever and hadn't closed for longer than his kids have been alive, and Bondo got screwed with a 4-2 loss because the Tigers offense couldn't do anything against Kevin motherfucking Brown. Those two wins totally make up for the games he handed over on a silver platter.
K. GIDP. Flyout. Error. K. Your 2005 AL MVP, kids.
K. K. Groundout. Flyout. Error. K. K. Error. Error. Error. K. Error.
But, you know, the winning homeruns off Schill and Bondo totally make up for that. Especially if you forget that Schill hadn't pitched in forever and hadn't closed for longer than his kids have been alive, and Bondo got screwed with a 4-2 loss because the Tigers offense couldn't do anything against Kevin motherfucking Brown. Those two wins totally make up for the games he handed over on a silver platter.
K. GIDP. Flyout. Error. K. Your 2005 AL MVP, kids.
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"Oh but his numbers..." Well, you know what? Fuck his numbers. There's more to value than numbers. There's a whole lot more.
Or at least there bloody well ought to be.