Nothing hurts more then when you put years of collecting into one player just to see him slowly decline due to injuries. Its like watching the upholstery in your new car turn into an array of spilled sippey cups, sticky coffee stains, and cigarette burn holes. Over time you clean the spills, scrub out the stains, patch the holes while always knowing in the back of your mind there going to return. It gets to the point when you no longer give a shit and you look forward to the day when you can trade the motherfucker in. If anyone has any interest in a 2007 Equinox, 243 Chavez base cards, 23 autos, 36 G.U, and a stack of refractors I will trade in your favor.
THE MOJO HAND
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