With less than sixty days until pitchers and catchers report, I came across this report the other day and am now giving some serious thought to packing a suitcase and taking a train heading to the Citrus League because at one time I had a pretty decent curve. Just sayin'.
I don't know about your paycheck, but looking at mine, I don't need a career in Major League Baseball, just a few weeks to cash a couple of contractual minimum paychecks and then with my recently acquired tan, I'll be shuffling North again. Honest.
A lifetime ago I saw a bumper sticker that read 'what separates the men from the boys is the price of their toys.' Baseball is a business and little more to everyone involved in it except those of us who see ourselves as fans.
From the $15 beers and ten buck hot dogs (wait until we get charged for the buns separately) to the GNP of many developing nations for a second baseman with a career OBP of under .300, the great American past time is marked by greed beyond need, for every boy (and girl) of summer.
The last weekend before Christmas and I'm ruminating on what the average Houston Astro gets paid? If that's my biggest worry it's a pretty good day. This on the other hand should be a much bigger worry for all of us than it has been in this country, at least so far.
-bill kenny
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