The trade deadline is about thirty hours away, so while we're all furiously reloading MLB Trade Rumors, attempting mental telepathy with Ken Rosensquirrel, and praying to Allah that the Red Sox don't get Roy Halladay, let's pause for a moment and think about the dudes who are switching uniforms and cities so abruptly. Take, for example, Jack Wilson:
Jack Wilson had quite a day. He was in a cab innocently on the way to AT&T Park in San Francisco this morning about 9 a.m. when Jack Zduriencik called to tell him he had been traded to the Mariners.
Zduriencik asked him if he could rush to Seattle to get here in time for the 1:40 p.m. game with the Blue Jays. But Wilson, who told him he needed some time for closure with the ballclub he has played for since 2001.
"As much as I would have liked to be part of the game today, I said, 'Listen, I've got to say goodbye to my boys, my guys. I've been there a long time, and I wanted to make sure I had at least a half hour to thank them, thank all the coaches, the press - everybody that's been so nice to me and my family over the nine seasons.' I said I'll be there as fast as I can, but there's something I need to do with these guys."
What a good boy! Wilson says he's excited to join Seattle; no wonder because he's suffered through a year of watching his best buds leave the Pittsburgh clubhouse to head for tonier locales on the East Coast. He's lucky, too, that he had a chance to say goodbye to beat writers like Dejan Kovacevic and longtime teammates like, well, uh, Freddy Sanchez, who also got traded yesterday.
But put yourself in the mindset of someone who has worked for one organization in one city for nine years and then suddenly gets re-assigned to the Seattle branch and you only have thirty minutes to pack up your cubicle and bid farewell to Trisha the hot receptionist before you take off to make an evening meeting in your new office. It's quite the shock to the system.
So while we bitch and complain and make snide comments about the mental capacity of general managers, let's just put ourselves in the minds of professional athletes who are, believe it or not, human beings with families and lives and whatnot.