For 11 years, Albert Pujols had been more than just a stellar baseball player. He had become an idea. His image of integrity, loyalty, and hard work stood out amongst the team-hopping, money hungry, disgustingly selfish world of professional athletes. He was a symbol of a bygone age when great players like Lou Gehrig were the type of man that kids could look up to as heroes. In a world populated with the likes of Alex Rodriguez and his ilk, caring more about inflated stats and big paychecks than their teams or the lessons they taught the kids who looked up to them, Albert Pujols was different. He was the last titan. Today, that titan fell. The great symbol of all that was best about the game has become a sellout.
It's a sad day, and I'm truly disappointed.