Thursday night, I went to sleep assuming that Bobby Abreu would shortly be traded from the Angels to the Indians. That was the rumor, and when rumors include words like "verge", they tend to have substance.
Friday morning, I woke up to news that Bobby Abreu would probably not be traded from the Angels to the Indians. When rumors include words like "verge", they are not guaranteed. With that said, though, even if Abreu isn't leaving Anaheim for Cleveland, he's probably going to end up leaving Anaheim for somewhere, because now Anaheim has Albert Pujols and Kendrys Morales, and Abreu doesn't have playing time coming his way. And that makes Abreu upset.
Over at Baseball Prospectus, Sam Miller writes about the position in which Abreu has found himself. This doesn't have a ton to do with the Indians trade rumor itself, but it is related and it is good. An excerpt:
As it turns out—and this might not be news to you, but maybe it is—jobs are the worst. Your job is the worst, of course; that’s not news to you. You are underappreciated, and your boss is stupid, and your coworkers are always stealing your lunch, and you aren’t paid what you’re worth, and you don’t get to spend as much time relaxing as you wish you could, and you have to go to Oakland three times a year, and you feel like you’re just wasting your days. But, actually, all jobs are the worst. Bobby Abreu’s job is the best job in the world, and Bobby Abreu is unhappy over some petty noise like whether he’s being properly respected. This is what work does to us. All work. All of us.
Many pieces at BP are behind a paywall, but this one isn't, and it'll take you five minutes. Go ahead and put those five minutes to better use than you were going to.