So, what’d you do this weekend? Because, short of Sandy Koufax in a Giants jersey giving Vin Scully an atomic wedgie, you probably didn’t cause Dodger fans to hate you as much as Andruw Jones the last three days. Not, of course, that Jones wasn’t already despised in Los Angeles, but man – way to pile on, fatty:
Jones said he started to get the sense that he was on his way out of Los Angeles when he met with McCourt before undergoing knee surgery last May.
“It was disrespect,” Jones said of the way McCourt spoke to him.
Jones said he was upset when his agent, Scott Boras, told him in the off-season that McCourt was looking into ways to void his contract.
While acknowledging that McCourt paid him a hefty salary, Jones said the owner had no right to complain about a deal that was mutually agreed upon.
Sunday: Jones homers off Chad Billingsley in a 6-3 Dodger win; following game, Jones takes candy from a baby. Literally.
Sure, the Dodgers went into Arlington and took two out of three, and that’s what’s most important. But it’s hard to ignore that we saw Jones hit 66% as many homers this weekend as he did all last season for the Dodgers.
God, I hate him.