Carlos Zambrano, please report to the principal's office... NOW... no arguments.
Ship him back to the moon. Waste no time.
If there's one thing that is rising on my list of pet peeves faster than a rocket, it is a clubhouse cancer. That "list", by the way, is getting to be large enough to be classified as a book... no, an encyclopedia of some kind. Anyway, a clubhouse cancer is a team member of anything (a sports team or even a team member within the job force) that simply disrupts the functioning of the entire team with their poisonous, immature, me-first and me-only attitudes and tendencies.
No matter how effective the cancer is, the cancer is almost never worth it to keep around. The Cubs must launch Carlos Zambrano. I don't care what the cost is. Not only has he underperformed and made a mockery of his albatross contract, he is driving the rest of the team insane. His latest escapade on Saturday is it. He must be catapulted to a far off land in the name of damage control AND in the name of the betterment of the team.
If you run a business and have a clubhouse cancer tanking morale, launch him or her. Target that person, tell that person DIRECTLY that the antics are not acceptable and job loss is close, then flip him or her at the next flair-up.
Big Z has only been Stupid Z for too long, and his entire team is looser and better now that he is on suspension. I, the proud Cubs fan that cannot show his face around a White Sox or Cardinals fan because of the humiliation brought on not only by the disparity in the won-loss columns but also by these displays of petulance and immaturity, demand a turnaround now, and the underperforming clubhouse cancer must go first.
Sorry Carlos. Hope you live into all that talent and potential one day. It cannot be with the Cubs. Launch him.
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