Alright, let’s talk about this fella, Jose Oriol Abreu. Don’t know much about fancy baseball stuff, but I heard some things, ya know? Like, from the TV and the young’uns talkin’.
So, this Abreu fella, he plays baseball. Big leagues, they say. Astros, or somethin’. They paid him a whole heap of money, like, millions! Can you believe that? For hittin’ a ball with a stick! Lord have mercy. Folks ’round here work their fingers to the bone for a few dollars, and this guy gets millions just for playin’ a game.
- He’s good at hittin’, I guess. They call him a “First Baseman.” Sounds important. Like, you gotta be strong to stand there, right? Probably gotta catch the ball real hard.
- They gave him some shiny awards too. “Rookie of the Year” they said. That means he was the best new guy, I reckon. And “MVP” – “Most Valuable Player.” Well, I’ll be! He must be somethin’ special.
- He even got a “Silver Slugger” award. Now, what in the world is a Silver Slugger? Sounds like somethin’ you’d use to whack a snake, not a ball. But hey, if they say it’s good, it must be good. They gave it to him a few times, so he musta been whacking that ball real good.
But here’s the kicker, they let him go! Released him! Just like that. After givin’ him all that money. Said they cut ties. Like cuttin’ a rope, I guess. They paid him a whole bunch, and then just… poof! He’s gone. Don’t make no sense to me. Fifty-eight million dollars, they said! That’s enough money to feed a whole town for years! And he still gets paid, even though he ain’t playin’ no more. Thirty-nine million more, they say. Just sittin’ at home, collectin’ money. Must be nice.
This Abreu fella, he’s gettin’ on in years too. Thirty-seven, they said. That’s old for a ball player, I guess. Their bodies wear out, like an old tractor. Can’t run as fast, can’t hit as hard. Maybe that’s why they let him go. He’s prob’ly tired. Can’t blame him. Runnin’ around in circles all day, chasin’ that little ball. It’d wear me out too.
They said his full name is somethin’ like Jos Dariel Abreu Correa. Fancy, huh? Born in January. Don’t know what year. They got all these numbers and stats, makes my head spin. He’s got a wife and kids too, I heard. Good for him. Family’s important. Gives a man somethin’ to work for. Even if that work is just hittin’ a ball.
So, that’s the story of Jose Oriol Abreu, as far as I can tell. A fella who hit a ball real good, got paid a whole lot of money, and then got let go. Life’s funny that way, ain’t it? One minute you’re on top of the world, the next you’re sittin’ on the porch, watchin’ the grass grow. Just like the rest of us, I guess. Maybe he’ll come down here and visit. We could use a good hand on the farm. Bet he can swing an axe pretty good, all that ball hittin’ and all.
This whole baseball thing, I don’t get it. Seems like a waste of time and money to me. But hey, if it makes folks happy, who am I to judge? Maybe one day I’ll sit down and watch a game. See what all the fuss is about. But for now, I got chores to do. Cows to milk, chickens to feed, and garden to tend. That’s real work. Not like runnin’ around chasin’ a ball.
Anyway, I hope this Abreu fella is happy, wherever he is. He made his money, now he can rest easy. Maybe he’ll even buy a farm. We could use a good neighbor. Someone strong who can help with the heavy lifting. Just has to be careful he doesn’t whack the chickens with that silver thing he won.
Tags: [Jose Abreu, Houston Astros, MLB, First Baseman, MVP, Silver Slugger, Release, Baseball, Sports]
