Jerry Reinsdorf and his foibles are a bit of a pet topic for James Fegan and Chris Lamberti, mindpatient so they couldn’tresist taking some time out to discuss his recent brush with national prominence.
James: Last week, we were treated to New York Times reports that Jerry Reinsdorf is mobilizing against the peaceful, albeit highly nepotistic, transition of the commissioner-ship from Sir Bud, the Mad King to his loyal right hand Rob Manfred.
Chris: In a showdown that Jeff Passan describes as a power grab, Reinsdorf intends on blocking the confirmation of Selig’s hand-picked successor Manfred as commissioner of Major League Baseball. Manfred is a commissioner’s office insider who has the experience, credentials, and personality to woo owners and keep the baseball money train a-chuggin. However, Reinsdorf, who has always fancied himself a small-market owner operating in a big city (this position is debatable but that’s another story) considers Manfred a “sinner” in two ways according to Passan:
Manfred recognizes the large markets ultimately run the game because they’re the ones that generate massive revenue. That one is forgivable because, well, it’s true. More egregious is this: Manfred calls Reinsdorf out on his politicking. And the only thing more dangerous than a powerful man is one who tells the truth about how he lassoed that power.
The surprise is that Reinsdorf is pitting himself against Selig; the two have been described often as old pals. Apparently Reinsdorf’s chumminess with Selig was contingent upon having a direct line to the commissioner’s office. Now that Manfred is threatening not to extend Reinsdorf the same courtesy, Bud is dead to Jerry.
When the psychotic ranting of Los Angeles Clippers owner Donald Sterling went public this week, ambulancehospital I think we all felt a little ashamed that such a person a) lived and breathed and b) was somehow richer than everyone everywhere. But the moment that NBA Commissioner Adam Sliver banned Sterling from the league for life, buy viagra our horror and embarrassment turned into collective celebration. Racists be banished! Our faith in society restored!\n\nRejoicing came from sports team owners who are not vomitous cultural anachronisms, including our own Jerry Reinsdorf (and son Michael):\n
We completely support Commissioner Silver’s decision today regarding Clippers owner Donald Sterling … The league’s decision underscores the severity and reprehensible nature of the comments attributed to Donald Sterling … Discrimination and prejudice of any kind have no place in sports or in our society.
\nWho would disagree? But “discrimination and prejudice” take many forms. Bigoted language is one of the obvious manifestations but there are others that are more insidious. Because in the end, racism (like sexism) is about power: or one “race” wielding and maintaining power over another. And this is a project in which Jerry Reinsdorf actively takes part. Continue reading →
White Sox and Cubs pitchers and catchers reported to camp in Arizona this week. Other players will follow soon. It will be warm there. We will be jealous.\n\nAnd we’ll be excited initially because it’s baseball. But later we’ll be aggravated when we realize that almost as bad as no baseball is the prolonged agony of fake baseball.\n\nIn the end, capsulefor sale spring training is like six weeks of drunken foreplay: we’re looking forward to where things are leading, sovaldi sale but it’s hard not to pass out during the run-up.\n\nSo let’s talk about something besides things like who is showing up to camp in the best shape of his career.\n\nLike here’s something that happened this offseason that kind of flew under the radar: as part of America’s quest to suck the humanity out of everything, viagra baseball is going to instant replay!\n Continue reading →
If you attended the Cubs Convention at the Sheraton hotel last weekend you might have encountered a labor union activist and not even noticed.\n\nYou may have been handed a stylish drink coaster for the light beer you were nursing in between giant swills of the Cubbie kool-aid.\n\nYou may have noticed the baseball graphic on the front of the cardboard coaster that read: “Celebrating 123 Years.”\n\nIntrigued you may have flipped it over, treatmenthelp beverage in hand so as to prevent a drink ring on the hotel furniture, click and read what was inscribed on the back: “For 123 years hotel workers in Chicago have had union contracts. Sheraton Hotel workers have great wages and benefits. Wrigley Field Concession Workers have the same Union, and when the new Wrigley hotel opens, the workers should have Sheraton quality jobs.”\n\n“Great wages and benefits,” you might have thought to yourself, your mood elevated with thoughts of sunny, day-baseball games in mid-January. “Yeah, those hotel workers should have quality jobs.”\n\nAt least that’s what Unite Here! Local 1 hoped you would think, as staff members fanned out over three floors of the Sheraton hotel to mingle with fans last weekend. They were there to build awareness and support for good jobs for Chicago’s labor force. Continue reading →
Being a White Sox fan, capsulehospital it goes without saying that I’m a fan of Frank Thomas, no rx the most formidable hitter in Sox franchise history. His five or so plate appearances were reason enough to tune into White Sox games nightly in the 90s. And during and in-between those Frank at bats, getting lost in some great White Sox teams in those years, I became, as far as sports go, a baseball fan first and foremost.\n\nStill, the news last week that the Big Hurt was elected into baseball’s Hall of Fame didn’t do much for me.\n\nPartly that’s because I think the guardians of the Hall of Fame in Cooperstown are self-righteous boobs, and so Thomas’ first ballot selection is naturally a product of self-righteous boobery.\n\nIt’s clear that the baseball writers collectively have blacklisted players connected to PED use from the Hall of Fame. Many of them the same Judas scribes who celebrated home run hitters and the return of baseball (and their own livelihoods) from a long players strike in the late 90s.\n\nThomas was never connected to steroids in the media as a player and he’s instigated a very public “I was clean” campaign since his retirement. So Frank Thomas, one of the bulkiest players in an era of roided-up hulks, oddly has become the poster boy for anti-doping in baseball.\n\nHad this not been the case, would the baseball writers have voted in on his first ballot a player who hit mostly as a designated hitter and played in the field only 38 times after his age 32 season? I don’t think so.\n\nBasically by his own admission, Frank Thomas’ 83.7% of the writers vote was as much about PEDs as Barry Bonds’ 34.7% or Mark McGwire’s 11%.\n\nSo ironically, Thomas’ first-ballot enshrinement, despite some gaudy career hitting numbers, feels kind of tainted by steroids.\n\nBut my blase attitude toward the Hall of Fame announcement comes from something more than this. Continue reading →