I have no idea why anyone would respect Mark Texeira.
He passed on a chance to play in Washington, DC. Near his hometown. Why, he'd be here, in his DC apartment, at least 14 days out of every summer month.
He passed on a chance to make less money.
He passed on a chance to play in front of a baseball-savvy, baseball-hungry crowd in DC.
He passed on an offensive juggernaut in favour of a Yankees lineup.
He passed on the challenge of overcoming adversity. Wrestling the lead back from a game Pittsburgh team, only to have a reliever hand that lead back in fifteen pitches. Five straight balls, one hit-by-pitch, and a monster shot later.
He passed on the opportunity to play in a relatively-new stadium, with only one year under its belt. Instead of a brand-new stadium.
And Nats Park is only one-third full; he passed on the opportunity to move, and breathe, and play without all of that crowd noise to bother him.
What a schmuck.
What a dummy.
What was he thinking?