Sometimes patience is a virtue; and a 50-year-old classic
So what do we make of the pronouncement last night by Alex Anthopoulos that he’s sticking with John Gibbons next year come hell or high water or more Josh Johnson starts?
I’m fine with it.
I believe it’s a total knee-jerk reaction to suggest that, as bad as this season has been, the manager needs to be fired and I think Anthopoulos did exactly the right thing by coming out now fully in support of Gibby.
The issue, at least from this vantage point and I fully admit it’s from afar, is not managing, it’s personnel and that’s on the GM far more than its on the manager.
And if Alex is aware – and reading his quotes last night he most certainly is – he understands that he has to be under the gun far more than anyone in uniform.
And I’m fine with that, too.
As we know, I love a GM who makes bold moves and I wonder how much of this bleating about the job he’s done comes from those who whined for years that he wasn’t doing a good job because he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, spend the money to get the players to try to compete in one of baseball’s toughest divisions.
Well, he has a bold a winter as you could imagine and just because it didn’t work out this season, I see no reason to toss everyone overboard and somehow attempt to start over.
Sure, the GM missed on some acquisitions, that’s a no-brainer in hindsight, and, sure, the manager may not have done enough in spring to temper expectations and have the Blue Jays fully ready to get out of the gate.
But to fire the lot of them now, a setback that might take two, three, four years, to correct seems to me to be a rather large over-reaction.
There is no patience in pro sports, everyone wants everything right now and that’s simply not possible. There is a path – it took a while to convince ownership to spend to get on it but there is a path – and veering off so significantly now makes no sense.
I’d suggest there are flaws in both men that can be gotten around; I think Anthopoulos knows he needs to find different personalities along with a catcher, a second baseman and at least a couple of starters; I think Gibby knows he has to push for more professionalism and smart baseball from his players.
I think this lost season has been important, but I also think there’s no need to toss ‘em all away and start over.
We move too quickly, too often; it’s what sports sadly demands but there is a place for letting things continue on their path and that’s where I think this team is.
But what do I know, right?
No particular reason except this popped up on the shuffle last night while my friend Staropramen and I were loafing and it’s not bad.
Let’s start, please.
Mail at firstname.lastname@example.org; the weekend’s going to include some Canada basketball but there’s always time for your probing questions.
So here’s one for you in the “there are too many channels and nothing’s on” department.
How odd is it to be sitting on a stool or at a table and to look up and see talk radio on TV that you can’t hear?
I always found it relatively weird that establishments with several screens would devote even one to a show of talking heads with no voices, those radio-TV shows that blokes like me do that are cheap and easy programming for stations seemingly starved to fill 24 hours a day.
Is there an allure? It’s not even white noise, it’s like white scenery and it’s crazy to sit and watch people watch it without knowing what’s being said.
But, I guess it is better than years-old pucks.
That’s a plus, right?
What’s worse? A late-summer cold or mosquito bites?
Sneezing or scratching?
Tough one, isn’t it?
Irregulars will know that this is not a big tennis corner of the world (although if I’m out for a relaxing time I don’t mindif it’s on TV) except for now and I bet even the fans who are casual like I am are hoping for some magical run by Roger Federer at the U.S. Open.
Seems to me that Federer is one of those enduring and endearing champions who people just gravitate to. He was so astonishingly good for so long, so dominant in the very biggest moments, that now in what looks like the twilight of his dominance he is a sentimental favourite to many.
I got to cover tennis once or twice here, both times when the men were in town and I don’t remember a more accommodating, classy athlete than Federer.
He would converse rather that just answer, engage rather than spew clichés; he seemed to know what was
Now, I can’t speak too well to the technical brilliance of his game, how he maneuvered his way around the court or why, precisely, he was as good as anyone who has ever played the game but he was a classy champion and I think we always want them to have one last run.
So we can say thanks. And cheer some more.
This is long.
This is important.
This resonates 50 years on.
Listen if you get a chance.