Who Said Anyone Wanted You Back, Kent?

I'm liking Jeff Kent in an inverse proportion to how often he opens his mouth. Today I get to read this in a San Diego paper about how Jeff Kent has to show up at home to his wife and kids a big loser. Didn't have to be that way, Jeff, if you took losing like a man instead of like a 5 year old. You only became a loser this season when you took unnecessary shots at your teammates. A little bit of 'too little, too late' was actually admitting that he himself played badly and it wasn't just a bunch of kids under 25 getting playing time and making a mockery of the game.

Dear Jeff Kent,

Make it easy on yourself, your wife, and your four kids. Also, spare us dodger fans the poor man's version of some pseudo superstar-that-never-was drama show about whether or not you'll be back. Don't come back. We don't need you. More importantly we don't want you. You anchored this team long enough. You aren't the type of anchor that provides security and comfort to those onboard ship that the vessel isn't and will not drift at the ocean's whim, you are the kind of anchor men stop by bars and strip joints after work to avoid having to go home. You are drama when you lose without the numbers to warrant the need to put up with it. Ask dodger management to trade you to whatever team Barry Bonds decides to sign with since it is now glaringly obvious that you cannot and never could carry a team yourself. Either that or respect the game enough like you are always talking about, shut your trap up and retire since you can no longer play second base well enough to warrant a national league starting job due to your horrific lack of range. Don't trip on Barry's coattails as you enter into Cooperstown...and I HATE Barry Bonds...

Good luck mentally abusing your family when you retire,

Joe Dodger and Fanaticat

p.s. The Marlboro Man look went out a long time ago.