Welp. Here’s where the whole “fuck you and the horse you rode in on, John Farrell” thing gains a little bit more traction, and gets a little bit worse for the Jays. Brian Butterfield, who preceded Farrell here– and has, in fact, been here since the day after Buck Martinez was fired, coming in as a member of Carlos Tosca’s staff– has been scooped up by the Red Sox and their dickbag manager to be the new third base coach in Boston.
Sean McAdam of CSN New England confirms:
Brian Butterfield has been named 3B coach by Red Sox. #RedSoxTalk
— Sean McAdam(@Sean_McAdam) October 30, 2012
Now, it’s not a supposedly-prohibited lateral move, because coaches generally work on one-year deals, which made Butterfield a free agent. And it may well be for the best that the Jays clean house as much as possible, and flush away whatever stink remains from the John Farrell era. But this does kinda hurt, because by all accounts Butterfield was a tireless worker, a fantastic infield instructor, had everything to do with the defensive shifts the Jays employed to great effect this season, and was obviously liked and respected enough to have stuck around through Tosca, John Gibbons, Cito Gaston’s Legacy Tour Victory Lap and now President CheapTalk.
So, would I have considered him part of that Farrellstink, had he come back? No. And can I really blame him, a New Englander, for jumping to a bigger stage, a club with a ridiculously passionate following, overflowing crowds, a cathedral of a ballpark (if also, y’know, a dingy shithole), ownership that can operate without bashing their heads against metres-thick layers of corpor-bureaucratic red tape, and frankly, most likely a better paying gig?
Not really. A lot of what’s happening here– not just with Butterfield, but with Farrell, whatever other coaches leave, and whatever free agents turn us down– is Rogers’ small-time thinking when it comes to this club coming home to roost.
Say what you will about loyalty– and idiots certainly will do just that– that equation is so lopsided in the employer’s favour in the business of baseball– it’s so understood that it’s not just acceptable, but it’s right for a team to cavalierly toss aside a coach or a manager and hope that somehow something with the club changes– that it’s entirely pointless.
And the thing is… whatever, really. I’m sure it won’t be too much trouble for someone else to get the Bloomberg app on his iPad and position the club’s defenders accordingly (and, damn it, whoever comes in next better fucking be into that kind of stuff– which is why the possibility Matt Williams, who smacks loudly of “old school,” terrifies me). Plus, it’s not like, for all his hard work and supposed wizardry with the infielders, the clubs here that he worked for ever amounted to anything.
But I really don’t want to dump too hard on Butterfield on the way out the door. He’s a guy you never hear a bad word about, and who has been a good soldier, capable with working with a number of different managers and groups on the coaching staff, given what can’t be understood as anything but a terrific opportunity. Good for him.
And… uh… I suppose this means he’s out of the running for the managerial vacancy, eh?