I've spent a lot of time hating Delmon Young. He has thrown bats at umpires, missed fly balls that my grandmother could catch and he has a really hard time shutting his mouth. No, I mean seriously - it's not that he just talks a lot. It's that he cannot seem to shut his mouth all the way, which I'm sure makes for a lot of sore throats.
Delmon Young, and I'm hesitant to say this because I have trust issues, is growing on me. Sure, he's hitting the ball like he's getting paid a ton of money to play baseball, but the real reason Delmon Young is growing on me is this:
You Can't Fix Ugly
In a nutshell:
|Your mom says "Hi."|
|So does your sister...|
|And your wife.|
I'm pretty impressed with you. I have to be honest- I've talked mad shit about you over the past several years. In fact, it's safe to say I actually fucking hated you. It seems that things have changed, and I just hope it's for good.
While I'm sorry that you and I will never be secretly married, I have to tell you that there have been several things this year that I've really appreciated from you. Okay, that's not even that true. What I appreciate from you this year is that your fucking owned A.J. and I just can't get enough of that. Thank you.
P.S. Dear White Sox,
Remember this guy?
He's ours now, assholes. Have fun with A.J. and his dyed hair.