Farewell Ken Griffey Jr.
Oh Griffey. It's been fun. Well somewhat.
I have to be honest. I wasn't so pleased when I learned that the Reds were acquiring Griffey after the 1999 season. Nothing against him, I just didn't understand why they broke up a team that was one win away from the playoffs (Stupid Mets!). But I tried to be optimistic about this. The Reds were getting The Kid. A star in Seattle and the son of Ken Griffey Sr. who contributed to The Big Red Machine's success. How bad could it be?
How bad? Griffey's career in Cincinnati was filled with injury. Season after season. It was sad. It was an "I told you so" on my part but sad. Every season I just kept wondering if Griffey would make it. When he went for that catch, would he be out for the season? When running to a base, would he pull his hamstring? My nerves were wrecked watching him play. So maybe it is a good think that I don't have to deal with that anymore.
Then why am I sad? I've always wondered when Griffey would get traded, we all knew it was inevitable, but this year I sort of began to appreciate him more. With the whole Barry Bonds issue and the Mitchell Report, Griffey Jr,, even with all his injuries, seemed just so lovable. But we have to say goodbye.
It's for the best on both sides. Griffey gets to play for a contender and the Reds get to acquire players that could (better!) make them one. It's been fun, Griffey. Have a great time in Chi-Town.











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