I don’t want to write a full on This Week in Morons post about this, because there are still a lot of words out there to be digested on the Jays, their ex-manager, and their search for a new one, plus, I entirely understand that it’s the Toronto Sun’s job to be petty little trolls. Very obviously it’s part of their business model to rile up the masses, to get people talking, and perhaps even to get folks like me to start linking back to them all over the place going, “look at this steaming pile of shit in the Sun!”
Yet, knowing full well that I may be falling into that trap, um… look at this steaming pile of shit in the Sun!
They’ve conveniently changed the title now to “John Farrell’s disloyalty to Blue Jays shines through,” but you can see from the URL the original: “Farrell just a blowhard.”
The gist of it, as far as I can tell, is Steve Buffery’s assertion that “Farrell used the Jays as a stepping stone, and he stepped all over them.”
Anthopoulos awarded Farrell, the former Red Sox pitching coach, his first big-league manager gig two years ago — and Farrell turned around a year later and dropped the bombshell that, yes, if the possibility came up, he would like to get out of Dodge and move to Boston.
He did it after his first year in Toronto, and again after his second — a stunning lack of loyalty towards an organization that gave him his big break.
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Convince me that this isn’t a kick in the teeth: Farrell informed his bosses at the end of each year in Toronto that he wanted to go somewhere else — but if that can’t be arranged, of course, he wants to keep his gig with the Blue Jays.
Disloyal? You think so? How about arrogant?
Um… how about honest, Steve? And how about, rather than characterizing Farrell as being a sleazy user looking to only stay in Toronto for as long as he needs until a better option comes along, you explain the situation for what it is?
There is nothing to suggest there was any extenuating circumstance but one in which Farrell would have felt he needed to explore leaving the job he’d set out to do with the Jays. It’s near impossible to envision him not being entirely genuine in his commitment from the start, or worried about all of his connections in Massholia and former heir-apparent status in Boston, given that the Red Sox in 2011 looked like a powerhouse– and played like it for five months– and Terry Francona looked certain to be their manager for as long as he wanted.
Farrell didn’t “drop a bombshell” by turning around a year into the deal saying he’d like to move to Boston “if the possibility came up,” because by then the possibility had already arisen. Shit, Farrell even soldiered on with the Jays through 2012, having watched this “dream job” of his go to Bobby Valentine– not a manager lacking in esteem at the time, who we now see was obviously the wrong choice, but who very easily could have taken the ball and run with it.
Say what you will about the choice that Anthopoulos and Beeston made not to let him go– and I don’t think it’s unfair to wonder if seeing the possibility of the opportunity arise again late this summer impacted Farrell’s ability to do the job here (or if you really want to get conspiratorial, saw him start to intentionally neglect his duties)– but I have a hard time skewering him for not wanting to see this job pass him over for a second time. Especially since he’s looking at one lame duck year remaining on his Jays deal, compared to multiple, better-paid, guaranteed years in Boston.
Forgive me, but I guess I’m just not as loyal as Steve fucking Buffery, who I’m sure would stick it out in the trenches with the Toronto Sun if, say, ESPN came a-calling– after all, they gave him his big break!
I know a lot of people want to be really fucking angry about this situation, and give themselves away to the catharsis of self loathing, pissing and moaning about how small time the Jays supposedly look, and how they must therefore look by extension. And I understand that the Sun, and the talk radio hosts, and– as Drew said the other day– the tourist columnists want to tap into the power of that loathing, and wring from it all that they possibly can. But none of that is an excuse to cease being basically fucking reasonable.