After all these years and all the superstars and all the contracts, counting on luxury tax was simply not the way to go so far as trying to make things fair for the small market clubs when it comes to the spending habits of the Evil Empire.
This October, the Yankees have finally shown their hand. Baseball¬†need only¬†enforce a toll to and from the mound to level the payroll playing field, because Jorge Posada has made more trips to the hill than an insecure freshman worried that a senior is going to steal the cheerleader.
For fuck sake, how many¬†times does Posada need to head out there for a heart-to-heart?¬†I mean, trips to the bump¬†on 0-2 counts with two outs and nobody on? What could possibly be shared at that moment?
Seriously, is it too much to ask that Posada and the likes of C.C. Sabathia or any of New York’s hurlers get on the same page?
I understand you have to get the signs and the sequences down but¬†the Bombers battery does realize that they can talk in the dugout, right? I mean, that’s still allowed in the World Series, isn’t it? Or have the Yankees done away with that like the whole facial hair thing?
Bob Uecker once said that “Philly fans are so mean that one Easter Sunday when the players staged an Easter egg hunt for their kids, the fans booed the kids who didn’t find any eggs,” but the¬†cascades of disdain¬†that seemed to erupt from the Philadelphia faithful every 20 minutes were more than warranted.
If they charged Posada a buck for each trek to and from, then distributed that money evenly amongst the small market teams, the Twins would have already banked enough dinero to re-sign Joe Mauer and could have made a hell of dent in the tab for the new outdoor digs.
So for Game 5, replace¬†the tin of¬†Kodiak in Posada’s back pocket¬†with a roll of quarters and let’s get to work on making the Pirates relevant again.