There seems to be an absolute lack of loyalty everywhere recently. With employers, government, friends, families and it is certainly most prevalent with athletes in professional sports.

This morning before I even managed to wipe the crust out of my eyes, I heard that Johnny Damon of the Boston Red Sox signed a contact with the hated Evil Empire (The Yankees). It was very disturbing to hear (especially at 6:30am) and it was a little bit of a shock because I thought that Damon was doing anything he could do to drive up his “value” but in then end I thought that he would do the right thing and resign with the Sox.

Nope. Jesus just left Galilee and is now sacrifing virgins with the aztecs.

For a difference of 12 million over 4 years (a boatload of cash) Damon now gets to cut his hair and wear pinstripes and say goodbye to all his fans. [Note: 15 year old girls with “I (heart) Damon Jerseys” are not real fans.]

What ever happened to taking a hometown discount to play for a franchise that loves you Johnny? Never mind what the front office is willing to pay (the Yankees are always willing to overpay) Damon could have made that money (or most of it) doing Dunkin Donuts commercials and writing another riveting picture book which for some reason people actually bought.

“Here is me in me house, isn’t it the hugest house you eva seen? I‘m awesome. Yey.”

With all that said it baffles me how the Patriots seem to be able to somehow retain most of their valuable players (except Ty Law and David Patten) in the same league as players like T.O and Michael Vick.

Brady bucked it up a few seasons ago and signed a contract extension which included a substantial hometown discount for probably the best quarterback in the league. Bruschi too signed a similar contract. How is it that the Patriots organization able to do this? Does it come down strictly to the mentality of the player? Or is it the system, or is it the mentality the player receives from the system? Who knows.

All I know is that it sucks that Damon is shallow enough to take “Da’mon-ey” and run. And this morning I feel like a jilted ex-girlfriend. Fuck you Damon, you sucked in bed too.