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If you wanna talk about the merits of the Johnny Damon to the Yankees signing, Simmons and Ian pretty much got it on lock.

No, what I'm more concerned about is the "new look" Johnny Damon, displayed in this photo and splashed across the back pages of the tabloids (back in the rotten apple for two days, holla!) today.

Seriously, dude looks like the guys I used to see when I had the misfortune of hanging around sketchy clubs like Exit and Sound Factory. You know the type-- the guido dude in the two sizes too small t-shirt, who's come back from the tanning salon, all 'roided up and oiled down. The dude that spends half his time staring at your girlfriend, and the other half dispensing with witticisms like " 'Ey, you! Yeah, you! C'mere!" to every passing female he lays his eyes on, hoping to catch the eye of some naive Long Island girl who's had one too many Apple martinis, to which he will soon roofie and defoul in some broom closet in the back of the club. Don't front, you know exactly the kind of dude I'm talking about. These guys exist outside of Manhattan, right?

And now that I think about it... given Damon's shall we say checkered history with the females (read his "autobiography"), that might not be too far from the truth. You know all those stories about Damon not fitting in to New York?

Hogwash. I think dude's gonna fit in just fine.