So, now $16 million per annum and a winning ballclub are not enough for "Face." For crying out loud, he is going to get his 600 PAs (plate appearances). Kinsler, Cruz, and Hamilton are seriously injury prone and our first base option is a rook, who the jury is still out on. (Not me, though, I think Mitch Moreland is gonna be a stud.) "Face" can spell Beltre at third, Andrus at short, and Kinsler at second. Plus there was talk he would learn first. He could spell Moreland if he washes out. If "Face" just apologizes and takes one for the team (whilst earning sixteen million dollars playing a game) the Rangers would have one of the deepest and best lineups in the Majors.
And "Face" is essentially holding the team hostage. Sometime in late May or early June of this year "Face" becomes 10 and 5. 10 and 5 is a Union incentive meaning a Major League ballplayer has played ten years in the Show, five with one ballclub. 10 and 5 means "Face" cannot be traded to any team, for anything unless "Face" agrees to it.
(Do not get me wrong: owners are swine. They always have been and they always will be. Watch the totally brill Eight Men Out, dir by big Union man (Matewan!), John Sayles to get the flavor of how horribly Major League ballplayers were treated back then. If you were not a star it was basically indentured servitude, the club could bury you in the minors indefinitely or trade you to whomever for whatever the club desired. If you were not a star your salary sucked and if you did not agree to terms with the club [and most contracts back then were renegotiated every single season] then you did not PLAY, i.e. WORK. Back to the zinc mines for you, loser. I ALWAYS take the Union's side in these labor disputes. I do not care HOW much these players make today. They are just signing contracts that evil owners put in front of them!)
No team in baseball, as much as they would like to have "Face" on their team (and there are teams that would like to own "Face") wants to pay the rest of his contract. The Rangers are over a barrel in more ways than one.
Michael, please. Say you are sorry. We will get a TORP at the deadline and go to the playoffs again. And who knows what happens then? You are paid (in baseball terms) twice what you are worth. In real-life terms I cannot even do the math on how overpaid you are.
Let's win the whole deal, dude. Say you are sorry.
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This "Face" thing ran oot of control (and no one is gonna read this post). Tomorrow: Clos Manou, Sexy Beast, Winter's Bone. I swear.
Love you all, ....
"Face" gets ready to rok the Royals. |
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