Friday, October 19, 2007

Don't let the Torre hit ye in the arse on yer way out

Joe Torre decided that the Yankees offer of $5 million clams a year - with post season success based incentives that could have made the deal worth an additional $3 million oysters - was not up to his "snuff" and walked away from managing the New York Yankees yesterday. Absolutely amazing. Even if he didn't make the post season, the $5 million scallops would have still made him the highest paid fewl in the buitness. Apparently he felt as though this offer was a slight because his base salary would have been reduced compared to the terms of his contract that just expired after getting shelacked by the freakin' Boneyard (Indians) this year. Well, all I can say is Joe, get yo shit and get out.

I want to be like diluted urine in a probationer's drug screen about this, in a purely heterosexual-Yankee fan way, I love Joe Torre. He was our version of Charleton Heston, meaning he lead us out of the desert after years of aimless wandering (See the Yankee teams from 1982 through 1995.) I mean the Yankees had went down hill so much that goddamn Dale Berra made the team. Dale was the most mangled "statement" Yogi ever thrust upon the baseball world. He had a thin black mustache that made him look like a stunt double in a low budget '70's porno. He played baseball like he was Nostradamus and was auditioning years early for a part in League of Their Own. My god he was terrible.

Anywho, when Joe was hired all of us lunatic-unrealistic-expecting-got-to-win-every-game-or-the-world-is-gonna-end Yankee fans scratched our collective heads and thought, didn't the Cardinals get rid of this guy? I don't want Whitey Herzog to manage the freakin' Yankees! Like a dude in China, boy were we Wong.

Joe Torre was nothing short of miraculous during his tenure as Yankees manager. Won 4 of 6 World Series and made it very hard for Yankee haters to hate Yankees because he was genuine, caring and loved his players. He is a good cat that brought a lot to the Yankees clubhouse. He classed it up.

However, Joe must have got sick of all of Steinbrenner's bullshit. Namely telling the press that he was going to be 86'd if he lost to the Indians (god I hope they beat the Red Sox). As much as I love that crazy old bastard for what he's done for the Yankees, he should not have opened his prune hole on that one. Maybe Joe's gotten a little weirded out by Mattingly's apparent jockeying for the job. Who knows.

In either event, Joe decided to end his run as one of the greatest managers in baseball history for the greatest team in baseball history. Good thing is, he ended it on his own terms. He walked away. I'm glad it went down like that. That being the case, the Joe Torre era is over and its time for all of us to get over it and move on.

Joe, don't let the door hit ye in the arse on your way out. We love ye. You're a knucklehead. Now, thank you for managing and leave!

I'm just sayin.............

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