June 02, 2003
BUH-BYE
Michael Pittman, your career dissipation light just went into overdrive.
It's funny (that's funny sad, not funny ha-ha); we were at the Devil Rays game the other night when Rays shortstop Julio Lugo came to the plate.
Someone yelled, "HOW ABOUT HITTING THE BALL AS HARD AS YOU HIT YOUR WIFE!?!?!?!"
It was cruel. And true.
That's the way I feel about Pittman. I had plenty of issues with the man's running skills last season for the Bucs.
But running into your wife's Mercedes while it contains your spouse, your 2-year-old son and his babysitter??? This on top of arrests in 2001 and 1997 for domestic violence incidents.
Innocent until proven guilty? Sure. All for it.
But is there any reason for a man to attack a woman? I've said it before and I'll say it again; It's an abuse of power.
So the question remains:
Mike, why can't you hit the gap in the line like you hit your wife's Mercedes?
Oh, right. Forgot.
Because you don't have your Hummer around you.
Get lost, Pittman. You're only 16 games overdue for that train out of town.
If you run real fast, you might catch up.
Oh, right. Forgot.
You can't.