Rarely in my long life as a baseball fan have I hated a player as much as I hate Marcus Giles.
I was able to trade him a couple of weeks ago for Orlando Cabrera.
Of course, I also sent Verlander in the deal, because, as we know, Giles is worth about as much as a box of Big League Chew (regular, not grape), and a broken fungo bat.
The day I no longer found him on my roster was a day worthy of a grand celebration. The value of my team instantly doubled.
Drop the dark black sinkhole that is Marcus Giles (though if you can trade him for the Big League Chew, that might be nice; me loves me some Big League Chew).