I’m sorry to do this to you directly out of the blue. Knocking on your door in the middle of the night like a worthless schmuck hoping you’ll take me back. It feels like a scene from a John Cusack movie.
I should never have dumped you like I did. I guess having Tulowitzki made it seem like any other shortstop options were expendable, especially after the one-man show he put up last September.
But here I am, on my knees begging for your forgiveness. Ian Desmond, I am a fan. I want you to be a part of my repeat Championship run. You’ve got excellent skills, and I was a bit jealous to see them on display with Savage’s team after I tossed you aimlessly to the Waiver Wire for more immediate needs.
I get it. You wanted to spurn your former owner. That’s sensible, and I’m cool with it. Now it’s time to join forces for the greater good. Nobody wants to see Downs’ team advance especially over me and together we can make it happen.
Tulo’s injury is worrisome, but if it costs him his season, I’m willing to commit to you for the long haul. Let’s do this Ian.
Allow me this time to offer you an arms-extended welcome back to The Evil Empire.
We’ve got work to do.
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