Andrew Lambo is in the midst of another spring that can be described as uninspiring at best, and pitiful at worst. Despite showing signs of life in a 4-3 win over the Rays, Lambo still sits at 3-for-19 on the spring, good for a .158 average. A lot has been written on these pages and others about Lambo’s struggles. Yes, it is only spring training. When is enough enough? The hot spring by Jaff Decker may have awoken Lambo to the fact that springs do matter, and the flexibility to play first is not necessarily a ticket to a default spot on the 25-man roster.
This has all led me to write this breakup letter to Lambo. I don’t want to do it, but I have to. It’s time.
Dear Andrew Lambo,
I know it sounds harsh, but I just don’t like you anymore and I want to break up. Listen, it’s not me, it’s you. Our relationship was exciting at first. You were a number one prospect when you were with those other guys, but since you came over to me, I just haven’t seen it. The magic is gone. You probably think you can just string people along and they’ll be alright with it. When you’re away, things are great. All those home runs and the high batting average on those “business trips” to Indianapolis were flattering for a little while but now we’re just in a rut and that doesn’t impress me anymore.
I’ll be honest with you, there’s another guy. Okay, fine, there’s a few other guys. In the last couple of years, when you were in Indianapolis, I’ll admit, I went and saw some other guys. It’s just that… Starling Marte and Gregory Polanco and Josh Harrison just have something that you don’t, and I’m choosing them over you. I had too much patience with you before, and that was my fault. It’s just that I was ignorant to what I really deserve. The last two years have shown me what strong, trusting relationships look like, and now I can tell that those types of relationships don’t involve you.
Please don’t call me, please don’t e-mail me box scores of what you do in Indianapolis, I won’t read them. Maybe you’ll find someone else to lead on.