Damon shopped by Yankees

What do you get when you sell your soul to the devil?

Yep. Eternal damnation.

Welcome to it, Mr. Damon. For a few million bucks, you've pissed yourself right into obscurity.

It's not like Boston short-changed you in the $$ department and you could have stayed where the people adored you, lusted after you and cared what you thought.

Nope! You had to be a greedy and stupid. I mean, you were stupid before, but we all overlooked it because you were adorable and your beard and flowing locks and stallion thighs made you hot (admittedly, by “we all” I mean “I”). Now you’re an expendable Yanker who deserves nothing more than to get traded to some sh*t team where you can eeek out whatever career you have left in obscurity. In other words, Hell.

And I, Mr. Damon, would personally like to hold the door open when you enter it.