Tonight, I'm a bit pissed at something.  I don't know why I SHOULD be pissed, but I am.  And the reason why I'm pissed is living proof that I have a long memory.

Like most of you, I am a Cardinals fan.  In fact, I've always identified the Cardinals as my favorite professional sports franchise, despite football being my favorite sport and the Blues being my greatest passion.  And I apparently still have commenting privileges at SBN's Cardinals blog, Viva El Birdos.

But let's get to the point.  Why am I pissed?  Well, let's take a look at something from their GDT for tonight, then get an explanation afterward:

anybody remember a 2-3 month period when this website was populated almost exclusively by comments like "SIGN BEN SHEETS!!!!!!!!"? various fanposts extolled his glory.

in retrospect, that must have been extremely annoying. sorry.

So you say, "Geez, DK, what the fuck is your problem?  Why are you so pissed?"  The answer follows, young grasshopper.

Back in SLGT's neophyte days of being an SBN blog (which was, like, 19 months ago), I joined VEB.  Since I am . . . a Cardinals fan.  Not too long afterward, I presented them a FanPost presenting every reason why the Cardinals had no business even thinking about signing Ben Sheets.  See, I'm a Cardinals fan, and I don't want the Cardinals to sign people whose arms are obviously about to fall off.

Of course, as you'll see in the comments section of said FanPost, everyone's all like "STAT ANALYSIS!" and "WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?!" and " . . . THE FUCK?!" about the whole thing.

Fast forward to now.  Ben Sheets now pitches for the Oakland Athletics and, as Cards fans saw tonight, is not even worth about five squirts of piss.  He's earning $10MM this year to . . . go 2-7 thus far in the season.  I think his ERA is somewhere north of the oil barrel count of the BP oil spill, but I'll get back with you later on that. (It's 4.95.)

All I wanted to convey was that the guy had physical problems and we didn't need to be pursuing the guy.  As it turned out, Sheets had surgery and missed all of last season.  Then his agent somehow convinces Billy Beane to sign him for $10MM for the 2010 season, and now Sheets is considered a weak link for a team that is floundering poorly in what many consider the worst division in Major League Baseball.

Why am I pissed?  Well, not once have I been given a message from these folks telling me that maybe I was right about my concerns.  Or that maybe I was rational.  Or maybe I was forward-thinking.  Or anything of the sort.  No, I'm just the guy screaming from a fucking rooftop singing praises to a cause they didn't support and, yeah, he's right, but fuck him.

Do I expect any kind of apology?  No, I don't.  Do I care?  No, I don't.  Would an apology be nice?  Yeah, maybe.  Is Ben Sheets pitching with a limp arm?  Probably.  Are the Cardinals handicapped by his seemingly diminishing talents?  Not at all - in fact, we've benefited once from them.

I hate being right, only because it doesn't happen often.