The season is new and fans are euphoric over the early returns. The $236M payroll Dodgers beat the crap out of the sad sack Padres to begin the season, then played a real team in San Francisco and struggled, but rebounded at home before getting the crap kicked out of them by the lowly Braves last night. The Dodgers played sloppy defense, perhaps hung over from Atlanta area nightlife, and Alex Wood’s effort made you wish his crazy whip like motion landed him on the DL. But, as Eric Karros famously used to say, “It’s only April.” The season is 6 months long and baseball fans shouldn’t look at the game like they might the NFL – while every game matters, they really don’t… well, until they do when you’re doing mathematics in September.
A wise friend of mine found the article below and I thought I would share. I liked it a lot and it made me think of some of my earlier articles from last season and this past winter. To me what’s happening with the Dodgers is very simple and obvious, but to casual fans or the over trusting, celebrating Kike Hernandez, Charlie Culberson or whatever other utility castoff you worship, it’s not. Anyway, here’s the link…
My take, as I’ve stated before, is that Guggenheim cares about business and the bottom line. They came in and paid well scrubbed Frank McCourt $2B, or $1B+ over the estimated asking price, knowing full well they would win the bid and soon gain major profits from the deal. McCourt quickly sold, ran off with his profits (after profiting every step of the way from the time he slithered into Los Angeles) and a smiling Magic Johnson convinced fans the worst was over.
Most fans who are a bit more serious about the Dodgers have noticed not much has changed. Guggenheim promptly signed off on a lucrative TV deal that netted them over $8B, knowing full well that to make the deal work Time Warner Cable would need to pass the cost on to the fans. Guggenheim didn’t care how it all worked out, taking the money and clearing over $6B after the buying price. That number goes up of course as they increase prices on tickets, merch, food, parking, etc. All of the gate proceeds and other revenue streams are gravy.
Of course Time Warner could not swing a deal to pass the cost on to the fans, meaning 70% of the city is going on two years without the Dodgers on TV. Many fans are getting pissed, others say, “Switch TV providers” or “Get MLB.TV” and can care less.
The damage being done affects both new and old generations of Dodgers fans. New fans, and young people you would hope Guggenheim would like to one day become Dodgers fans, could care less since the Dodgers are mostly invisible if you live within Los Angeles. No TV, no concern. There are many other diversions for young people to get into without watching Dodgers games on TV. This is especially problematic since baseball is a dying sport in terms of young viewers, so you’d think if there was a way to appeal to them, Guggenheim would be very interested. I guess they assume by the time it matters, they will have sold the team, their profits already tucked away in Swiss and Cayman Islands accounts.
For the older fans, the two years of the botched TV deal means no Dodgers and more, no end of Vin Scully’s career. You would assume if Guggenheim didn’t consider this when they made the deal (they didn’t), they certainly would after the bad publicity last year. A caring ownership would have done everything possible over the off-season to ensure everyone in Los Angeles who wanted to see and listen to Vin could in 2016. But here we are – hollow celebrations of Vin Scully Avenue and Opening Day pomp and circumstance, yet nothing has been done to correct the actual problem – fans largely do not get to relish in all things Scully one last time.
I could go into how the payroll is high (highest in the NL) but the Dodgers have half a rotation and almost no bullpen, and are playing utility players from other organizations most days, but the focus here is the con job being thrust upon Dodgers fans. We are being played for fools and while the money is vaulted, the fans in-fight and hope Magic responds to a tweet to “fix the TV situation.” Note to everyone – Magic is just a bit more an owner than a guy working at the car wash and could care less about such things. It’s the NBA playoffs; that’s Magic’s focus in April.
So sadly the only way out of this pickle is the same way we got out of the Frank McCourt shit storm. The fans have to get fed up and stop going to games, and make a big stink so Guggenheim correct the error of their ways. If they keep letting Time Warner be the only villain, and slowly cutting on-field costs with dual incompetency (Friedman/Zaidi) then they win. Before long you will have a team of kids and utility players and will be paying top dollar to watch them – at the stadium, as there won’t be any other way to do it.
The plan worked last time – a rat was thrown out and forced to sell. Don’t think for a moment that what is happening now is all that different than what happened before. They have substituted unsafe stadium conditions and personal injury for little opportunity to watch games and higher costs. You are being sold a bill of goods. If you find all of this just great, my argument will mean nothing to you. I wish you the best and you need not reply. But if you didn’t consider this before or your blood has been boiling, do something about it. Kick, scream, refuse to go to games, and stop swilling the Kool-Aid. A con is a con is a con and this is like a déjà vu from hell all over again. If being asked to follow mediocre pitching and marginal players who may or may not be big leaguers isn’t enough for you, perhaps the fact Guggenheim is making over $6B (billion with a B) while you are being deprived Vin Scully’s last games might.
The 2015 Dodgers season is about to get underway and there’s a mixture of giddy optimism and disinterest among longtime Dodgers fans. The excitement breaks into two camps – those who love the fact Moneyball style “geniuses” are calling the shots for the team, and those who would cheer a Dodger themed diaper sitting on the side of the road. The disinterested fall flatly into one group – those who have been screwed over, lied to, ripped off and left for dead for the better part of 33 years. On with the show…
If you watched the HBO Scientology show, “Going Clear,” that aired this past weekend, you will understand the mindset of this group. Watching that documentary, as a sane person, you thought – how is this happening? Why do they allow it to happen? Why are they so clueless and even stupid that they buy into this shit show? Why does this obvious charlatan (L. Ron Hubbard or his successor, David Miscavige) have such a hold over all of these people?
Whether they’re fans of data or just will root on anything blue, no matter what form it takes, it’s more a case of brainwashing, mass hypnosis, Stockholm Syndrome and perhaps a huge jolt of arrogance (calling Tom Cruise) that fuels these people. Like Scientology, there is no fact, evidence of any kind, or reason to firmly believe, yet they do. Like Scientology, the hold is powerful. If someone disputes the team or its resident “geniuses,” they attack and ostracize. Like Scientology, a person who criticizes the current Dodgers, cites history of questionable or plain crazy treatment, or heaven forbid, comment against the Svengali like leader – in this case, Andrew Friedman – they are labeled an SP, or Suppressive Person. They also cut ties with those SPs, since it doesn’t fall logically into their rosy view of life.
I find it funny when young fans that have little sense of history and are merely fueled by today’s need to be smarter than everyone and “right”, will question your thinking, dismissing you because you are not young and therefore relevant like they are. Baseball fans that understand the history of the game, and know no matter who plays, who comes, who goes, the game has largely remained the same since its inception. This kind of thinking, and the rules that govern how the game is played, basic concepts, etc., are outdated to the nouveau and being old, can’t possibly be right. Yet, somehow this mindset tries to lead us to believe they have a respect for Vin Scully, or perhaps Tommy Lasorda, both older than most anyone on the planet and certainly within the Dodgers universe. Newsflash – they do not like or respect Vin or Tommy – both are “old fools” and don’t get it. But they know that if they take that one extra step and condemn them, it will be going too far and likely get them torn to shreds by the masses. So, they nod, placate us with rhetoric that they love these guys and therefore try to justify their loyalty as true Dodgers fans.
There’s also the blind faithful I alluded to, which are less douchey than the first chunk of the giddy, but in their own way enabling and part of the greater problem. Being a fan, good or bad, is certainly not a terrible thing. It’s admirable, as any Cubs fan will tell you, to root, root, root, no matter what the final numbers say in the standings at the end of the season. That said, its one thing to be a fan and love the team – history, memories, and geographic allegiance – yet another to suggest everything is ok, when clearly it is not.
These people are either pedestrian fans who watch X number of games per year, just don’t care that deeply, are naive, or want desperately to assume no matter who owns or runs the team, that it is the very same Dodgers team they grew up enjoying. This has proven NOT to be the case when Fox owned the club, and of course NOT the case when Frank McCourt was its figurehead. Now there is the much beloved Guggenheim Group, who have largely disappeared once ink was put to the lucrative Time Warner Cable TV deal. There are no more Dream Team partners, no more smiling Magic, and we all know, no TV deal. The Dodgers twitter feed and sycophants laud the 24/7 new all Dodgers TV channel, and the radio guys have been gotten to and smile and not, positively (like Scientologists), and make like everything is great. Why would anyone criticize the team/ownership/leaders when all this good is happening? It would be un-American to think this way, and positively anti-Dodgers. So the two factions of the giddy are in alignment, and anyone not on their side, even with evidence to the contrary that perhaps all is NOT well, are labeled the baseball fan equivalents to the dreaded SP.
This group is based on people weary of being beaten and occasionally snap back. Many, too tired to snap, merely have checked out and engage in other activities – perhaps other teams, or have abandoned the sport entirely. Baseball lost fans after all their work stoppages; lost others after various cheating scandals; and now are losing fans of one of their flagship franchises due to horrible mismanagement that has lingered in some form or other since the final days of the O’Malley family’s tenure.
The Guggenheim team came in with bold promises to win the fans back. It took years of neglect and physical abuse at the hands of the McCourt era for many to finally tune out. People stopped going to the games and the Dodgers were no longer LA’s darlings. There was a time in the city when the whole town was blue – and the Lakers games were relegated to tape delay airings late at night. It took quite a lot of mediocrity and bad leadership for the tumble to happen, but it did. Now, beginning the 2015 season, there is the euphoric delight of the aforementioned giddy, and the disgust of the disinterested.
While the data crowd will crow loudly for its Moneyball heroes, and the mindlessly happy loyalists will cheer anything at all, there’s reason, certainly, to question another re-org, as it were, of the Dodgers. A new plan was brought in – the old one scrapped after just a few seasons – and a new leader came aboard to replace the old leader, also touted as a “genius.” The new “genius” brought in more “geniuses” because as any fan of corporate America knows, you can never have too many levels of highly paid management around. Of course it remains to be seen what 2015 will bring, or for that matter, 2016, 2017, etc. I think it is safe though to point out a few things, much to the chagrin of the giddy factions, purely based on educated hunches.
One thing worth noting is – the games are unavailable on TV for the majority of the city. This is the second year in a row that the second largest market in the nation cannot watch its home town baseball team. If you lived in Milwaukee, you could see the Brewers. If you lived in Cleveland, you could see the Indians. If you lived in Tampa, you could see the Rays. If you live in LA, you can see the Angels. Hmm. The checks are being cashed and there’s every reason to suspect Guggenheim doesn’t give a shit what happens – well, perhaps they would if they experienced a McCourt era style boycott, but right now? There’s no reason to panic as the giddy will fill seats and give the appearance that all is right in LA – even though many have checked out, are about to check out and don’t know who the hell the players are anyway, after Friedman’s rash of crazy player personnel moves and mad spending.
Another thing to note is likely at best this year’s Dodgers – if that’s what you want to call them – are yet another transitional group that aren’t worth that much interest anyway. Before you invest in expensive pro jerseys of many of these players, remember that a good many will not be here in 2016. Ask yourself, do you really want to be that guy wearing a Rollins jersey when no one remembers he ever played in LA? If the Dodgers do well and win the West and go to the playoffs, it will satisfy the giddy, and perhaps pique the interest of the disinterested, but ultimately this year’s team will drift into the dusty corners of Dodgers lore along with teams populated with the likes of Tito Landrum, Pat Perry, Enos Cabell and others.
To the disinterested, this act has played before. Lots of promises, lots of pomp and circumstance, but ultimately a con job. Frank McCourt brought in “his Theo” in ego maniac Paul DePodesta, and the fans were treated to one of the most comically bad lineups in Dodgers history. The supporters of DePo cried, if only he had been given more time. More time? To do what, sell us a monorail? When Stan Kasten came in, Guggenheim told us things would be different and the architect of all those wonderful Braves teams would turn the Dodgers around. I could argue how great the Braves teams were – 14 division titles with just 1 World Series trophy, while boasting perhaps the most star-studded pitching staffs in baseball history? The plan was to spend a lot of money, under Kasten, win the fans back with flashy names they all heard of, and eventually move out these placeholders in favor of cheap kids. Well, that plan was quickly scrapped and the next group of “geniuses” came in. A whirlwind of trades and acquisitions, lots of money spent, and much of it foolishly, with players sent packing in all directions while the team continued to pay their salaries. We are where we are today, like it or not.
From where I stand, I know this all feels familiar; there is no reason to be that loyal since I can’t even watch the games; I barely know who’s on the roster due to all the change; and very much I know that pitching is key in baseball and the 2015 Dodgers are a shoddy bunch in that area. Several of the guys Friedman brought in, and his giddy disciples swore would be great, have already failed, gotten hurt or are just gone. It is possible the team does well in 2015, but how much should I care when I can’t watch them play? And how can they do this with a massive payroll and perhaps as many, or more, holes as they had the past couple of years? It’s concerning to me that with a payroll pushing $300M (I don’t care about payroll per se as I am not a guardian of wealthy owners’ wallets, but it is worth noting since all of this spending still amounts to a team with many obvious deficiencies), we still have to worry about a suspect rotation and flimsy bullpen.
The Dodgers – Guggenheim – have continued me being pushed to the sidelines, not to watch baseball games (I can’t), but to scrutinize the larger game happening behind the scenes. Rather than listening and watching Vin Scully, perhaps in his final season in the booth, I have to be reminded – like in Scientology – that all is well and if I can’t watch the game, I can just wave a foam finger and dance to bubbles and blaring music. The sport of baseball in LA is not the action on the field, but the action in offices deep within the stadium. The figures we’re to watch aren’t Joc Pederson or mangled elbow import Hector Olivera, but guys in suits and polo shirts that are slicker than any fielder could ever hope to be.
It’s a less than satisfying feeling to have to debate/argue with the giddy who love all this “real life fantasy baseball” excitement and hopefully predict greatness that never really comes. You would think – much like America – that we should be united as one common group, but rather are infighting like members of Congress. The smarmy young fans who were slurping on their baa-baa’s while I was watching games for decades, will tell me how little I know and how it’s idiotic to question the data. The data, they will remind you, never lies. Well, unless it does. Ask Paul DePodesta.
The irony of the data-minded is that Billy Beane himself, their Hubbard, says the data is only good to fill in the circles to get X amount of production at position Y or position Z, therefore, hopefully, “guaranteeing” an overall amount of productivity that should, could, win a specific amount of games. As Beane has said, this all goes out the window come October, when the best and/or hottest teams win, not generic figures who were assembled to perform called upon tasks. This is all well and good, and worked for Beane, often, but not all the way, who was strapped to a small budget by miserly owners. Just getting to the dance, Beane figured, was enough. He did his job. He put together a rag-tag team that got a chance at baseball’s lottery. Of course, oftentimes his teams were quickly brushed aside, but it did not deter him – he accomplished what he wanted to do, and on such a budget, perhaps rightfully earned his “genius” label.
With the Dodgers, however, money flows like wine, and it’s a strange concoction of Moneyball where a $270M+ payroll is still playing fast and loose with the rules and has so many question marks. One would think that for this type of payroll, there would be NO (or very few) stones left unturned. Why are there 3 suspect pitchers in the rotation (counting Ryu’s shoulder damage I noted repeatedly throughout the off-season) and as shaky a pen as there was the past 2 seasons? Maybe because so much money is invested in players being paid NOT to play in LA, and some on teams within the Dodgers division. At any rate, a large amount of money is being thrown around and there are many areas a bright fan would not feel confident about. And if Beane’s Moneyball was to assemble a data-driven group that could get so many home runs, so many hits, so many walks, etc., etc. in order to get a chance to play in October, what is Friedman’s Moneyball about? Spending more than any team in baseball history to not necessarily have any guarantee of regular season success, but maybe overpower teams come October? A reverse Beane Moneyball?
To me the approach is curious because it’s pretty evident that in October weaknesses are exposed even more, and relying on less-than-stellar pitching may be that much more obvious in the post-season. If the Dodgers got to the post-season, which they might not.
To me, a disinterested, put upon fan who has been sold many tall tales, 2015 to me is about the kids. The ONLY interest is seeing how kids perform, which make it, which don’t, who gets promoted, etc. In effect, what will the future look like? I KNOW Rollins, Kendrick, Ethier, CC, AJ, Uribe, likely Greinke, Grandal even, and others, don’t factor in for long. So without TV to see the games anyway, why would I be blindly loyal to a team that won’t be a team for long? If Guggenheim has taken the money and run, why should I care? If I can’t sit down, turn on the TV and watch the Dodgers play throughout the summer, why bicker and fight with others who claim they like the same thing I do? It’s ludicrous.
To me, the two groups are at war – one is blissfully ignorant of anything awry, and will disown you like Hubbard, err, Friedman, wants. The other is just exhausted from all the bullshit and wishes (probably unrealistically) that the team they loved all their lives were still around to be enjoyed. Maybe someday, maybe not, but it would be hard to say it will happen in 2015.
All this said, no matter what side of the equation you fall into, be kind to others, like what you like, dislike what you dislike, but understand we all have a right to our own opinion. Being young, loving data, doesn’t make you a genius. Very few cases of this amounting to anything substantial in baseball terms exist. We can agree to disagree. But the facts are the facts – Fox made a lot of money while owning the Dodgers. McCourt made billions while owning the Dodgers. And now the Guggenheim Group is making even more billions while owning the Dodgers. At least the first two greedy entities allowed us to watch the team play on TV. Now, the data is against them. Better tune in to Netflix instead or peruse social media for Kylie Jenner’s latest selfie. It’s all we can do in 2015.
Spring training 2015 is halfway over, or halfway started, depending on your level of optimism. This is a weird spring training in a weird time period overall for long-suffering Dodgers fans. I don’t know about you, but it’s hard to feel excited about this team anymore. I can’t accumulate whatever body chemistry I would require to feel warm and fuzzy, nostalgic, or even connected to the Dodgers. Right now I follow out of a dual sense of inquisitiveness and obligation. After all, I have followed the Dodgers religiously since I was a young kid. Now, it’s a very different time and I’m reminded by overly aggressive narcissists online that being older than 25 means I may as well dig my own grave, hop in, and somehow pull the dirt on top of me. This is the time, of course, for young ideas – good ones too, such as using every form of social media available, texting while driving, urinating, shitting, talking to friends, in line, out of line, in bed, etc., etc. Watching bad reality programming, listening to sound-alike pop music, dressing the same as everybody else, getting the same tattoos, cultivating the same facial scruff, or full beards, and buying the same black frame eyeglasses. Of course this translates into following whatever is sold in general, not just in a social media, TV, music or fashion sense. It’s easier to navigate life if somebody else tells you what to do and think, and that bleeds into sports interests. Baseball has become a safe haven for these sorts of people, as yesterday’s fantasy baseball nerds have grown up (sort of) and become today’s shapers of teams. The Dodgers, lucky for us, have a half dozen or so of these guys, happy to explain just what to think and feel and how to take selfies, vape and go with the flow – as long as we buy tickets at the gate. Since I don’t plan to buy tickets at the gate, and because I’ve never been much of a conformist (surprising, I know), I’m irrelevant to the Guggenheim owned Dodgers. All it matters is butts in the seat, and concessions and merch from the stands throughout the stadium.
To make the experience easy for the cookie cutter followers, Andrew Friedman and his team were hired to use their superior intellects to craft a team just for you. Notice how there is no mention of why Stan Kasten was brought in – a pedigree of winning (just not World Series) in Atlanta – and subsequently his plan, whatever it was, has already been scrapped. There’s no talk of why his snapping up Cubans like Alex Guerrero and Erisbel Arruebarrena must not have worked because Friedman and Friends (trademark) have already given up on them in favor of their own Cubans, such as injury risk Hector Oliveras. It’s also interesting that after collecting nearly $9B for a new TV deal, the Guggenheim company (who shelled out $2B to get the almost $9B, proving they are very smart when it comes to making money) has been absent from all things Dodgers. Recall, if you can, how the Dreamworks-like Guggenheim multi-millionaires paraded endlessly before the media in LA proclaiming the Dodgers way was back. I don’t see this anymore, nor do I see any end in sight to the TV deal limitation that means most people in the city cannot watch the team they grew up loving. I don’t see “owner” Magic Johnson smiling and wearing a blue hat, nor do I notice him (his intern) tweeting about all things Dodgers. This is clearly a case of having taken the money and ran. Magic, no doubt, along with his friends in the ownership circle, have retreated to their Italian vacation spots early this year, leaving us to whip up faux excitement over the data guys’ roster plans. Lucky for Guggenheim, the checks are clearing and most fans are easily seduced by the snake oil Friedman and Friends are peddling.
I have no idea how this 2015 edition of the guys wearing Dodgers uniforms will perform, and neither do you. You can argue that the data gang knows more than I do and that they were right to pay many players large amounts of money to perform in other cities, some the Dodgers division rivals. You might say it was very astute to deal Dee Gordon at the height of his value or that all the accumulated injury risks the Friedman and Friends group is “buying low” on (in many cases, however, spending more than market value) may pay off. You could follow their notion that a poor defending, PED-using catcher is just the weapon the team needs, or that turning an overly crowded outfield situation into a slightly less crowded one, and moving the excess into the infield picture is a thing of art. You may be right at the end of the season, or not. I’ve seen such bravado practiced years ago when Billy Beane’s sidekick rode into town and dismantled a surging, baseball savvy group in favor of a more Moneyball friendly package. The roster put forward at that time was not unlike the scab team the Dodgers fielded during the last strike. I would argue the replacement team was better.
I’ll just leave it at this seems an awful lot, coming from a person who’s seen a lot (I know that offends many of you younger, or trying to be young), that the slow bleed that’s transpired more or less since the end of the 70s glory days – marked by that wonderful 1981 win over the hated NY Yankees – is still very much with us. There have been moments, as some of you will no doubt point to. 1988, Finley’s home run, Lima-time, back to back NLCS appearances, Kershaw, the bubble machine, Kemp’s ass, etc. I would say most of that is a mirage and the decay has been forming since that great 70s-1981 team was disbanded. O’Malley’s disinterest once his NFL dreams were squashed, the farm’s drying up, the sale to Fox, Bud Selig handing the Dodgers to McCourt, the invasion of thugs into the stadium, beatings, violence, lawsuits, bankruptcy, then promise of greatness by LA’s own icon, Magic Johnson, only to see the team abandoned by not only the white hat wearing Guggenheim fat cats, but without TV coverage for most of the people in the city. None of it matters to those who like to feel superior by taking American capitalism to heart, siding with the uber rich, not questioning authority, etc. It has been 34 years now since 1981. Even if you want to fool yourselves and pretend the last bit of greatness was 1988 (you missed the teams between that time, which makes sense as you weren’t born yet), it’s 27 years. I stick with 34 as my number, but if it makes you sleep better, you can go with 27.
As a person who questions the status quo, I am an enemy of many of you. It’s odd that cynical younger people are more apt to buy the bullshit big corporations and data nerds throw at you. All I know, as an older fan, it’s offensive to me to have seen – now, listened, since seeing Dodgers baseball in LA is nearly impossible – Vin Scully spend such a long time smiling and going along with whatever swill the front offices, past and present, have made him swallow. Oh to be a Scully insider – a family member, or a good friend. Knowing what I do of the man from his persona, I doubt he has liked the direction his once great baseball team has gone. I was heartbroken when freshly scrubbed and powdered Frank McCourt used to visit Vin in the booth and chat, and Vin would ensure all of us what a great man the owner was. From the moment he slithered into town and was handed the keys to the kingdom without any money on paper, I knew we were fucked. The subsequent destruction of tradition, even to the extent of bouncing checks to Vin, was not surprising to me. As Adrian Monk used to say on his TV show, my ability to see through utter bullshit within nanoseconds is both “a blessing and a curse.” I am right much, much more than I am wrong. I called the weaknesses in the Dodgers’ bullpen the past several years, noted the madcap escapades of certain Dodgers were bad for team chemistry, and I know I am right about this situation.
I will get snarky responses, as I often do, from those who are young, entitled and feel they know more than everybody else, either because their parents told them as much, or their friends at Starbucks did. I wish you all the very best. You have every right to your opinion, but siding with multi-millionaires and corporate jackoffs is not the way I operate, so we agree to disagree. Only time will tell what the 2015 Dodgers are capable of. I don’t know, and neither do you. I do know that the way fans have been treated for a good amount of the past 34 years is utter bullshit, and anyone who doesn’t see that needs to put down the iPhone, turn off the repetitive drone of similar sounding pop songs, and perhaps pull your head out of your ass. He made be old – like me – but Vin Scully certainly deserves a better last chapter than this.
Let’s be clear: I have been a skeptic. In some ways I still am.
I tend to view Dodger owners past and present with a jaundiced eye. The years have instilled that in me. I’ve never worshiped with the cult of Peter O’Malley. I recall all too well the years he let the team flounder, wasting five consecutive rookie’s of the year without a single playoff win to show for them. More to his discredit, I will never forgive him for allowing my beloved Dodgers to fall into the hands of Rupert Murdoch. Nor can I forgive him for returning to baseball. I view him now the way a grown-up child views the parent who abandoned them, playing with his new trophy family (The San Diego Padres).
I doubt that I need to explain here why I never trusted Fox, and then came to loathe Frank McCourt. Those scabs do not need to be picked at right now.
But the point remains, there has been a cumulative sense of betrayal carried around by every Dodger fan for decades. It has grown steadily over the years. O’Malley never seemed to notice that he was planting those seeds, and Fox hardly seemed to care that they were taking full root. Frank McCourt assumed that we were dumb enough to view him as a savior, even as he fertilized the soil with every word he uttered. Thus when Guggenheim came along, I was not sold.
And truth be told, there were reasons to be wary. Their giant overbid that allowed McCourt to profit by more than a billion dollars – even as he was still part owner of the parking lots. Job one of a vanquishing hero is to actually vanquish the enemy and hopefully make them pay. Guggenheim failed on both of those fronts. Worse, they lied to us in the process.
I began to suspect everything about them. I wondered aloud if Magic Johnson was simply a trojan horse they used to escape the scrutiny of an angry Los Angeles populace. I imagined scenarios in which they were a group actually assembled by Frank McCourt to allow him to walk away with the cable profits that Bud Selig had denied him. I bristled as Stan Kasten spouted business jargon about “fan experience” and worried about things like stadium WiFi while a 17 win surplus was frittered away with seemingly no action to improve the team. I howled as promises of action by Mark Walter were walked back by Kasten in a matter of hours. I mocked as Magic Johnston fired off one tone-deaf tweet after another about partying on Rhianna’s yacht or jet-setting the globe while our team was bleeding out on the field. They were all talk. And worse, they seemingly had no idea how deep the distrust they’d walked into was.
Then came the Hanley Ramirez deal. It had been years since The Dodgers made a move for a superstar in their prime. That went a long way. Then came the deadline deals that brought us Victorino and League. I’d have rated the new owners a solid B+ at that point, missing an A because the moves came too late to protect our early-season lead (and after too much comically inept spin).
The Cliff Lee claim was where they won me over. It didn’t matter that they did not come away with a deal for him. They risked having that contract dumped on them. No previous owner would have done that. I suppose I pondered for a moment some plot involving Ned Colletti and his pal Ruben Amaro Jr. wherein Amaro put Lee on waivers just to let us show willingness to claim him, with full assurance that he’d pull Lee back – but that was stupid. Still it speaks to how little I was willing to trust.
Fast forward to last Friday. When the first rumors about Adrian Gonzalez started surfacing, I dismissed them. I considered what it would take to make something like that happen and wrote it off as science fiction. Then when the specifics of the deal began to emerge, I found it even more impossible to believe. Trades like that just don’t happen.
But it did happen.
Lord knows all sorts of ink has been spilled analyzing the deal itself. I am not in the mood to join in. On the field the trade could go either way. Anyone who says they know for sure one way or the other is full of it. Trades happen precisely because nobody knows for sure who will do what. So calculated risks are taken.
In retrospect the trade may just be seen as “classic Guggenheim” one day. Just as they overshot the projected sales price for the Dodgers and included a stake in the real estate for McCourt to ensure that he’d accept their bid, here they chose the player they felt they had to get and offered enough in cash and prospects to assure that they would get their way.
People who worry about the money are missing the point. From a fan’s perspective, worrying about the money is a form of Stockholm Syndrome. It is something that we should never have to worry about. I intend not to worry about it. What I take away from all of this is that the folks from Guggenheim surveyed the free agent market and saw little there to look forward to – so they made their own market. In the process, they brought back a sense of swagger to the Dodgers. More important – they brought back trust. Whether Adrian Gonzales hits, Carl Crawford fully recovers or Josh Beckett rebounds in the NL, trust is a dividend that will keep on paying.
We are on board with you now, gentleman. Don’t take that for granted.