There is really nothing I can say. Ben Thompson said that I’m having a baby and that he’s the father. That is wrong on so many counts that I don’t even know where to begin.

I guess I’ll start by talking about the cruise. Ben and Jay and I all like a good time and on a cruise ship you can hang out in the lounge pretty much 24/7. So one night we were up late, talking and drinking. We got pretty messed up–or at least I did. And I went back to Jay’s cabin with him. It happened on a cruise ship. There were witnesses. So there’s no point in saying that it happened a different way.

One of the things we talked about was why I hadn’t brought Matty along on the cruise. I told them all about it. How Matty wanted children and how I wanted to pitch and how the two were not compatible. And how neither of us was willing to bend for the other. And how I missed him but it was probably for the best.

And now Ben Thompson is saying it happened differently and that I’m carrying his child. I wouldn’t do it for Matty–you can be damned sure I won’t do it for Ben Thompson. He took my private heartache and turned it into a media event where he was the star. Every time someone asks me about the baby, it’s like being stabbed in the heart. And it’s all because of Ben Thompson and his ego.

I believe that there is justice in the world. I believe that what you do comes back to you. And I’d like to help some of Ben Thompson’s deeds come back to him. If they invite us on that cruise again, Ben Thompson will find himself on intimate terms with the marine life in the Bahamas. And it’s a good thing pitchers don’t bat or he’d find himself on his ass every trip to the plate. And my teammates would back me.

I guess I do know what I can say. Someday, Ben Thompson. Someday….