Jimmy, we hardly knew ya! Well, we knew that you swung a bat like a beer-leaguer, that you bagged one of our TV newsbabes, and that you talked with an aw-shucks gentility that made it easy to root for you. But what we didn't know was that a guy who publicly declared his love for Cleveland would end up turning tricks with the Phillie Phanatic. The shame! But how good will Philly look once fickle fans are pelting you with your own bobblehead for taking the collar one day? You'll look west and see the Indians building a young contender, wishing like hell you had stayed around to cap your career here. We miss you, Jim. But you'll miss us more.