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An open letter to Joe Morgan

Page 481 in The New Bill James Historical Abstract. Think of this as a petition. A sad petition, because this edition is from 2001, and yet Joe is still an ass.

Dear Joe:

Does the phrase “Get over yourself” mean anything to you? This is not to deny that you were a major league player, and even that you were a better player than Harold Reynolds, who I suppose must have been an All-Star sometime; hell, Dave Chalk made two All-Star games. This is not to deny that you were a brilliant player, Joe, but you are becoming a self-important little prig. Grow up, you little weenie. People make fun of one another; this is called friendship. This is life; only self-important twits take offense at that kind of thing. Jeez, man, get a life. Preferably not on television.

Your friend,
Bill James