Athletes say they don't look back, ever.
Athletes lie.
Thus, it is safe to theorize the demons doing wind sprints in Nomar Garciaparra's head right now. Starting with, "Man, I'm glad I got married, otherwise the last 18 months would completely suck." [Ray Ratto - full story]
As any good baseball fan knows, former
Red Sox shortstop Nomar Garciaparra suffered what could end up being a season-ending groin injury on April 20th during the third inning of a
Cubs 3-1 victory over the
Cardinals. I hate to harp on the guy because I actually liked him until he got that chip on his shoulder when they tried to trade him to get A-Rod. Nomar was supposed to be the face of the franchise, playing out his whole career in Boston, and less than a year after he leaves, the Sox have managed to win the World Series, while he gets to spend a very long 2-3 months at home thinking about the big payday he will likely never get. The Sox tried to keep him, offering him a 4-year deal prior to the 2004 season but he declined, hoping to up the ante during his contract year. He elected for
minor surgery and no, he doesn't use
steroids. He's just really unlucky, unlike
Romber (did you see
today's episode?!). But I digress. Oh well. Poor nomah.