And I-ee-I-ee-I will always love you-ou-ou-ou.
Thanks to Matt of Mets Blog for pointing me to this article, where my beloved #30 comments on Omar’s maneuvers with all the dignity we’d expect of him. "I can’t question Omar," says Cliff. "All I can do is thank him for the four years."
And we thank you, Cliff Floyd. We thank you for never, ever playing half-assed. We thank you for being such a leader on our team. We thank you for all your humorous quips, and for showing D-Wright the ropes. Man, Cliff. We thank you for being you.
The Newsday article also reveals that Cliff’s heel injury was worse than anyone knew, and that the cortisone shot wasn’t a good idea. But the surgery went well, and Cliff will be ready for spring training. He’ll get strong again. Cliffy heals fast.
I will continue to wear my Floyd t-shirt with pride, in memory of my first favorite Met. And although he’s not my first choice, I will look forward to seeing Moises Alou strengthen our bats against lefties and make our strong team even stronger.
But Mets. Dudes. Really, don’t shake Alou’s hand. Find a polite way to avoid it, but for your own sakes. At least keep some hand sanitizer around.
I love you, Cliff. I miss you already. And I’ll always remain one of your biggest New York fans.