Young Mr. Young

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:

Ha ha.

Your mom says "Hi."

So does your sister...

And your wife.

Dear Delmon,

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.

   

SEASON▲	TEAM	G	AB	R	H	TB	2B	3B	HR	RBI	BB	IBB	SO	SB	CS	AVG
2006	TB	30	126	16	40	60	9	1	3	10	1	0	24	2	2	.317
2007	TB	162	645	65	186	263	38	0	13	93	26	2	127	10	3	.288
2008	MIN	152	575	80	167	233	28	4	10	69	35	7	105	14	5	.290
2009	MIN	108	395	50	112	168	16	2	12	60	12	1	92	2	5	.284
2010	MIN	115	424	59	134	217	36	1	15	88	19	3	48	4	3	.316
CAREER		567	2165	270	639	941	127	8	53	320	93	13	396	32	18	.295

P.S. Dear White Sox, 

Remember this guy?

He's ours now, assholes. Have fun with A.J. and his dyed hair.