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Don't go away mad, Albert. Just go away

Fox reporter Jon Paul Morosi published an interesting interview with Albert Pujols today on the series eve of the Cardinals taking on their former star for the first time as an opposing player.

It was definitely revealing. But I wonder who the intended audience was.

I doubt anyone in Southern California cares what Albert Pujols thinks of St. Louis, the Cardinals front office or the team's legions of fans. And I'm pretty sure no one in New York, Boston, Philadelphia or San Francisco cares either. So that leaves us here on the banks of the Mississippi River as interested parties. And having Morosi dish on Pujols to us is sort of like having one of your buddies call you up to tell you who he saw your ex-girlfriend out with and what they were doing.

Let it go, man. We don't need to know...

Pujols spent most of his words sending the message that he didn't really miss us. He's not bitter and if he could undo what he did and remain with the ball club with which he had his greatest success he wouldn't.

Of course then he did go on to say that he was bitter with the front office for unspecified reasons that had something to do with them not handling things as well as they could. Well, Albert, it takes two to tango. If it was good enough for you to get by on a measly quarter billion dollars over the course of your baseball career, you'd still be playing here. As I have said before, it disgusts me that Pujols is resentful of the Cardinals' resistance to pay him a record salary. He considered that to be an insult while he gave team ownership absolutely no credit for giving him the security of a $116 million contract when he was still years away from free agency. What if Pujols would have suffered a career-ending injury in his third season? He would have walked away with virtually nothing had the Redbirds not taken care of him. What an ingrate.

The final insult was when Morosi asked Pujols if he wanted to be like Stan Musial, Bob Gibson and Lou Brock 30 years from now and be the Hall of Fame ambassador of the Cardinals. His reply? He'll be doing that ... in Anaheim. After all, that's where he really wanted to be. And if he could take back his decision to sign away his legacy and leave St. Louis -- the team with the best record in baseball -- to instead play for the over-priced, over-hyped and under-achieving Anaheim Angels he wouldn't do it.

Whatever, Albert. Just consider yourself lucky that Gibson no longer pitches for the Cardinals. Because if he did, I'm pretty sure he'd have a message for you, too. The gist would be that you're no longer our pal. And the method of delivery would be express air mail right to your ribs.