Apparently Alex Anthopoulos made a rather interesting remark (note the singular: there was probably just the one) during last week’s State Of The French Fries event, and while I’m not sure why it’s only just now being written about by new BlueJays.com scribe Gregor Chisholm (*cough*), I think it’s worth a couple words.
“When John Buck was signed to a one-year deal, the promise was made to him that he was going to be an everyday player from start to finish,” Anthopoulos said in the BlueJays.com report. “When we were competing to sign him, there were a few other teams that wanted to sign him. That was really what separated us from some of the other teams.”
“When we give our word to someone … that’s part of our brand,” he added. “When I’m negotiating with an agent or I’m trying to recruit a player, and we have to tell them something, whether it’s good or bad news, they know that we’re going to honour our word and we’re going to be straight shooters.
“People in the game are starting to realize that the way the Toronto Blue Jays operate, they’re men of their word and they keep to their commitment.”
Now, that’s a perfectly nice spin to put on it, but… fucking seriously?
So, if the club makes a promise to a shitbag that he’s going to play, they’re going to keep running him out there come hell or high water or Vernon Wells’ 2009 season? And we’re supposed to be OK with that? And we’re supposed to believe that the theoretical benefit to the brand outweighs the tangible negative effect on either the current team or the club’s ability to make critical evaluations of young players going forward? That players don’t understand the nature of the business and are going to be petulant little fucking children about it? (Y’know, Frank Thomas not withstanding.)
And for two, if this was always the case, why the fuck do they wait until now to say it? Why let Fuckface McSenile prattle on about wanting to get John Buck to 20 home runs and a fat free agent contract?
It makes absolutely no sense. And while I understand not wanting to get into a discussion of his complicated relationship with Cito, and why it was probably the better PR move to just let this one go– especially at the State of the French Fries, among a sea of season ticket holders, many of whom still probably believe that Cito walks on water– but… man… what a giant fucking load.