Shit Gays Should Know: The Tragedy of The Trade
One of the few things I loath about professional baseball is the instability of a team, which is often being restructured through trades. The trading of players between teams is an unavoidable circumstance of the business. Similar to itching being an unavoidable aspect of growing a beard, or ordering Chinese food at 2 AM being the unavoidable result of getting drunk (…OK, maybe that’s just me, but you get the point). Trades happen, and when trades happen to players that you have committed your heart to, the emotional fallout can be ugly.
I am normally a composed and level-headed individual, friends sometimes even use the word “sweetheart” to describe me (…even though a piece of my soul dies each time they do). But when rumors started swirling earlier this season about the possible trade of my favorite Red Sox player Jacoby Elsbury…I started to get loopy. Do not for one moment think I won’t chain myself to a ticket turnstile in protest of this event actually happening…because I will.
Just take a look at this smile and try to muster the strength to say you wouldn’t be heartbroken to lose him too -
Further Reading:
- Red Sox shed $250 million in lopsided trade…not looking too shabby now (via Bleacher Report)
- The cruel reality of being traded for nothing in return…AKA: A giveaway (via Business Week)
- Apparently trading is also fair ground for pranks…Kyle Kendrick traded to Japan prank
-by Matthew James Broderick - faux Ferris Bueller, cyclist, vintage enthusiast, introverted when not extroverted, check out his portfolio/blog here: MatthewJamesBroderick.com










































