After their spectacular (and pathetic) meltdown at the end of the regular season, my Detroit Tigers decided to become the Florida Marlins this off-season. Which means it's fire sale time in Detroit. Everybody must go. Trade talks have literally involved just about every player on the team, including my fantasy boyfriend, Curtis Granderson.
I originally dismissed these rumors as just that - rumors. Frankly I didn't buy it. The Tigers have invested quite a bit in Curtis, and in return, he's invested quite a bit in them. Hell, even Major League Baseball has been slobbering all over this kid. Educated, articulate, the son of two teachers, extremely active in the community, does a mountain of charity work. He's young, he's single, and at a time when MLB is concerned about the dwindling number of African American ball players - he's a black kid from Chicago playing baseball in the Motor City. Seriously, he's like a PR guy's wet dream. So yeah, I wasn't buying the rumors - that is until they kept getting louder, more insistent, and weren't going away.
Well, it's looking like it's a done deal. Curtis Granderson. Light of my life. Apple of my eye. Our cutie-patootie center fielder who I adore despite the fact that I hit left-handed pitching better than he does is going to be....
I don't know if I can say it. It's just too much.....
Excuse me for a moment.....
Yes. Wendy's fantasy boyfriend is being traded to the Yankees in a three-team deal involving Detroit, the Skanks and the Arizona Diamondbacks. In exchange for my fantasy boyfriend, the Kittens are getting a couple of pitchers and an outfielder prospect.
To give you some idea on how I feel about this - not only did My Man call me at work this afternoon, but so did my father.
I'm sure there's a bright side here, but frankly I don't have the heart to look for it right now. In the immortal words of Scarlet O'Hara, "I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow."