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Get Well Nick Johnson

by on 23 September 2006 11:23 pm

The Mets finally hit a lot while they pitched enough. That part Saturday was swell; the end of the world — nigh after a three-game losing streak by our division champs — has once again been postponed.
Mostly, I hope Nick Johnson of the Nationals is up on his feet soon and attempting to torment 14 other National League teams in 2007. As horrified veterans of collisions from Hahn & Theodore to Cameron & Beltran, all we can do is hope the human being in the other uniform with the broken right leg recovers soon.
What a bad break toward the end of a season for a guy who was hustling all the way for a last-place team. Him and Kearns, the guy he got tangled up in. In a perverse way, it makes me laugh at those who think highly compensated ballplayers don't really care about the game.

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