Johnny's not my homeboy anymore :(

Christmas should be a time of joy, not broken hearts. But this morning, a mere 4 days before Christmas, my heart was shattered into a million pieces.

You've probably heard by now...Johnny Damon has sold his soul and signed with the Evil Empire. I feel like I walked into the baseball version of Star Wars where George Steinbrenner is Senator Palpatine and Damon is a young Anakin Skywalker being lured to the dark side. And that's exactly what it is, our long-haired, bearded Jedi has chosen the path to the dark side. Why? Apparently principles and loyalty can be bought for $12 million dollars. I can understand if he needs a change. I can live with that. But the freakin' YANKEES??? And sure, a man has to support his family, but if you can't support a family on $10 million a year, well, there's something drastically wrong.

Damon says it's "Sad to say bye to some of the greatest fans in the world..." And New England sports fan ARE, in fact, among the greatest in the world. Why? One word: loyalty. Doesn't matter how badly our teams are doing, we remain loyal to them. It would be nice to get some loyalty in return.

The whole thing comes down to principles. At least for me. Without your principles, you have exactly nothing. I don't care how much money you have. Steinbrenner could call me tonight and say "Hey girl! We need a new secretary for the Yankees...I'll give you more money than you can possibly spend in your lifetime...whadda ya say?" I'd reply something along the lines of "Look, pal, I bleed Boston red and blue. If you think I'd work for you and your overpaid pack of steroid using pretty boys in pinstripes, you're on crack." I won't lie, the concept of more money than I could spend in my lifetime would be tempting, but there is no way I'd take it. I can't be bought. Unlike SOME people.

So that's the deal. We kiss Damon goodbye and he has to kiss his beard and long hair goodbye, because Palpatine has banned them on his Sith team. I adore Johnny Damon, I really do. But I have to stop. I have to hate him now just on GPs. Cuz he became one of THEM.

You broke my heart, Johnny. But my big brother says you have to learn to deal with misery and heartache if you're a Red Sox fan.