Three-time NL MVP Albert Pujols agreed Thursday to a $254 million, ten-year contract with the Los Angeles Angels.
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Do I think that's really the case? Probably not. But, it damn well should be.
While Pujols didn't go on ESPN and have an hour-long special to announce he was taking his talents to the West Coast, he still proved to be just as big of a liar as LeBron James ever was.
All along Pujols was just leading his legion of followers, and an entire organization for that matter, down the primrose path. He led them to believe the only team he had ever played for was still in the running for his services, when in all actuality, he already had a foot out the door the entire time.
One source who spoke with Pujols' camp Wednesday came away with the impression the two sides were never anywhere near as close to a deal as had been widely reported earlier in the day.
Of course they weren't. Why? Because in the end, when it wasn't supposed to be about the money, guess what it was about? The money.
The thing that gets me in all this isn't the fact that money rules all, because I already knew that. It isn't the fact that Pujols turned out to be nothing but a complete sellout, because I've come to expect that from athletes. No, it's the fact that now all the St. Louis faithful want to take the, "it's no big deal, we didn't really want to have to give him a ten-year deal anyway," high road.
You can't be serious.
At least Cleveland fans didn't hide their anger. They didn't take the denial approach. They let LeBron know, and still do to this day, that they hate him for what he did, which was nothing short of reaching into their chests, ripping out their hearts, and eating it right in front of them.
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You just got played for fools St. Louis. Royally.
The least you can do now is own up to it, and be heard.