Garret Anderson is finally, mercifully gone. His quest to be the worst Dodger in team history has been short-circuited, as the Dodgers came to the realization that the rest of us had known for months, and designated him for assignment today.

Since I’ve been somewhat leading the anti-Anderson charge, you’re probably expecting me to laugh, gloat, and cheer. But that’s not really what you’re going to get, because Anderson deserves better than that. Let us not forget that he was a solid player and a great person for many years in Anaheim, and that his one terrible partial year in Dodger blue shouldn’t whitewash over the rest of his career.

Oh sure, I’m happy that the last spot on the bench will finally be filled by a player who can do, well, anything, but mostly I’m happy for Anderson. I’m happy that we won’t have to watch him stumble around out there and further embarrass himself.

Fun fact: I had written the above months ago, in preparation for this day. And of course it comes while I’m on a ferry, of all places, but it still applies. I’ll still be posting about how he’s had the worst season in Los Angeles Dodger history tomorrow, since I already have it mostly written.