It’s O.K., Andy. Let it out. Let it all out. I’m crying too – tears of joy and relief and reconciliation.
It’s a beautiful thing that you and the Yankees have worked things out and you’ll be pitching for us in the new Stadium. So what if you didn’t get the millions you were asking for? You can still earn those millions and plenty more if you rebound from last year, throw seven-plus innings every outing and serve as a steady veteran presence on the staff. Oh, and it would be great if you’d toss a perfect game while you’re at it. David Cone did it late in his pinstriped career. David Wells, too. Your turn.
Was there tension between us during the negotiations? Was I upset that you wouldn’t commit?
Were there times when I wanted to slap you?
Grab you in a headlock?
Smack you with a pillow?
Run you over with my car?
Yes, I admit it. You were exasperating with your mixed messages and your mood swings and your tendency to blow hot and cold, and I honestly didn’t know how to get through to you. Or your agents.
But there are strains even in the best of marriages, right? What’s important now is that we’re back together and it feels so right.
I say we forget all the unpleasantness, and celebrate. Spring training is coming up and so is Valentine’s Day.
Just don’t go pulling this stuff again in 2010 or I’ll drag you in for a chat with him.