You know what? I'll be the last guy to complain about Zimmerman. We won four games, and he won three of those four games. He would be the wrong guy for me to complain about."
You know what? He's fucking right, too! Which is why I have chosen to immortalize our third baseman with a place on my chest. And arms. And Back. Behold, in all his thrilling glory:
Jealous much, bitches? Fear not, for you can have one of your very own. Just not this one. Cause this one's mine. And I sweat. A lot.
Hey! What's the over/under on whether or not I get this in tattoo form next drunken Vegas trip?