Notes From Hell: AJ's Injury Edition

Jo Hiuw,

Rgus ua Abhue Timwa...

Wait sorry about that, this is Andruw again and I guess my laptop was too close to the MRI and it's garbling everything I'm trying to type. Whoops! Well, at least it's not as bad as striking out with runners in scoring position and the game on the line! Did you know I have ONE hit this season with men in scoring position and I have struck out 20 times in those situations! 20! Even I was surprised by that number! 20! Yikes!

So you may be wondering what I'm doing so close to an MRI machine, well, I've got a bit of bad news for you, my knee is bothering me. I know, I know you're thinking "What about your eyes Andruw, your eyes?!" Well, again, they tell me my eyes are fine but it's this cartilage in my right knee that is giving me troubles. Have you ever been in an MRI before? It's pretty awesome. You have to take off all of your bling because...well, because the nice nurse told me I had to. She thought I was wearing a bullet proof vest but I had to tell her I'm just a little pudgy these days. They put me in the machine and told me to lie still and they gave me some plastic coated headphones and I listened to my favorite dope jams...nothing like a little House of Pain to get you pumped up.

The doc is saying I'll probably be sidelined for about 6 weeks. I met with Ned earlier and he said not to rush back; when I walked in Ned was looking at a bunch of the contracts he'd signed since he took over and I'm pretty sure he was weeping silently to himself. Did you know we're on the hook for $7 Million for Esteban Loaiza? And I thought my deal was bad...