Chris Perez Sucks.

This morning I woke up to the Ray Allen trade. He is going to Miami for 3 million dollars a year instead of staying in Boston for 6 million a year.  It seems his feelings are hurt because before the all-star game this year Boston was looking to trade him. His feelings were also hurt because the fans booed his poor first half play.

As a Cleveland Indians fan I am still dealing with the Chris Perez rant. He is upset because the fans are not going to the games in large numbers and often boo the team. His feelings seem to be hurt from the first game of the season when he blew a save and was booed. I saw an interview that he complained about the fans yelling and booing players.

I have had 17 jobs in my life starting out babysitting and ending up teaching. In each and every job, I have been taken to task for mistakes. In many cases yelled at and punished for mistakes. Most people who work for a living have been at the mercy and whims of their boss.

The average stiff going to see these professional games make anywhere from $20,000 to $50,000 a year. Most of us work hard and have to preform or we get fired or laid off.  We pay a lot of our meager earnings for tickets, parking and food. We have to pay $10.00 for a beer in Cleveland!  We sit in the hot sun for three hours while the wealthy sit in air conditioned loge boxes and eat decent meals made be chefs.

When a player strikes out with the bases loaded or blows a save what should we do? Should we clap for their failure or boo them?

Many of them receive millions in salary. They have food waiting for them after each game. They have trainers who give them rubdowns and wash their uniforms. They fly first class to the next city and receive free hotel rooms and meals. They get treated good compared to the rest of us. Yet they become upset or their feelings get hurt when they get booed.

I state today that I would love a job making millions a year with great benefits. I would take the booing any day I disappoint my fans. I would deserve it. I guess I would like to say to Chris Pérez, “grow up and kiss my behind”. “Get a real job buddy”.