Just Have a C-Section

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From the absolutely ridiculous column:

Daniel Murphy is the starting second basemen for the Hapless, Hopeless, New York Mets. He's also a brand new daddy, but those things mixed last week as Murphy's wife went into labor to have the child on Opening Day of the 2014 season.

That heartless bitch!

Well, to hear some people talk about her, that's the general feeling.

Murphy skipped the opening day ceremony and the team's game the next night so that he could watch his first child take its first breath of air and so he could help his wife through the procedure.

As you know, men are an integral part of the birthing process. If I hadn't been there for Kathy during the birth of our children she would certainly not have produced such wonderful off-spring.

I had to be there!

Yet, ridiculously, there has been a great debate.

Some of the sports talking heads have said that perhaps he could have missed one game...one day was enough...he had a responsibility to the team. He is paid a lot of money...

Blah...blah...blah...f&*%#ng blah!

But the goofiest thing said on the subject came from Boomer Esiason, a former NFL quarterback

Do you know the NFL doesn't pay taxes?

Good old Boomer said that proper plans should have been made. In one of the absolute dumbest things I've ever heard he said that Murphy's wife should have undergone a C-Section before opening day so that Daniel could go 0-4 during the first Mets loss.

They're 0-3 as of this writing, by the way.

Anywhoha...doesn't that take the cake?

What a moronic statement to make.

A C-section for the hell of it?

Murphy did the right thing. He put the love in his life first. He has 160 more games to play.

What would happen if something went wrong?

Don't you believe he might actually want to see his child during that first minute?

There was a Yankee game on when Sam was born.

I missed it.

(Well, most of it. They were only playing the Indians anyway and they won big...that was the year when they beat the hapless Mets for another World Series Championship - #26).

Yet I digress.

I wouldn't have wanted to miss the birth of my children for anything...certainly not work!

Birth is a miracle of epic proportions. Certainly more of a treasured memory than watching my teammates flail their way to the first of what will most likely be 90 losses.

Just have a C-Section.

What a freaking dope.

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