I thought the surprising news of today was the blown perfect game, but the greatest player of my generation and my favourite player of all-time just called it a career this evening.
This blows, I was planning on catching his last game in Baltimore & quite possibly his last game ever in Seattle, but the airfare was too steep.
I'd like to honour this sure-fire hall of famer by playing a song whose lyrics can describe a career that saw 10 Gold Gloves, 630 homers and about 219 hits away from joining Hank Aaron, Willie Mays and Eddie Murray (I don't count Raffy, since testing positive) in the 3000/500 club. It's almost implausible to think about the type of numbers he would of put up if healthy, but Griffey battled nagging injuries while at Cinci. But I'll remember him as the best ever, the player I wanted to be (including turning my hat backwards and mimicking his stance) and I wish I still had my Nintendo to break out some Slugfest, I'll crush you with Albert Belle and my Orioles.
See you in Cooperstown Mr. Griffey, and thanks for hitting the Warehouse.
Jay-Z-Encore
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