Washington
Nationals outfielder Bryce Harper has let it slip he's seeking a
ten-year contract for 400 million-dollars.
In
a coincidence that is beyond remarkable, so am I. Of
course, rain that gets hurt while falling is more likely than yours truly ever
seeing such a thing.
Bryce,
on the other hand, is another story.
The
precious millennial, known for wearing a hat with 'Let's make
baseball fun again' embroidered across the front and for telling a
grizzled sportswriter “That's a clown question, dude”, is a
good-but-not-great player.Yet in our culture of microwave celebrity, he is considered a brilliant one.
He
did stitch together a nice 2015, for which he was immediately awarded the
National League's Most Valuable Player trophy. But aside from that
single season, his play has yet to spark even a single rumor that
Babe Ruth has returned from the dead and is inhabiting a Washington
Nationals uniform.
Maybe
Bryce is just having one on us. Using Harper-speak to get us to
lighten up. And if so, good for him. Few things in life are reported
with the grim severity as the unmet needs of a professional athlete
with an expiring contract.
On
the other hand, maybe Harper is outrageously-coddled.
Maybe he is someone who's never held down an after-school job, much
less a Monday through Friday one. Maybe
he's been given a pass from the demands and expectations of the
maturation curve because he could hit a baseball.
Add to this equation that his agent is Scott Boras, one held in contempt by more than a few baseball GMs for his fuck-your-team-I-play-for-my-client mentality, and things take a decidedly darker turn.
Add to this equation that his agent is Scott Boras, one held in contempt by more than a few baseball GMs for his fuck-your-team-I-play-for-my-client mentality, and things take a decidedly darker turn.
Forty-million
dollars per for a guy who's never driven in a-hundred runs, never lined two-hundred hits, never won a batting title, finished one season
with a slugging percentage over five-hundred and can claim but a single
post-season performance that wasn't a disappointment?
The guy
who finished in the top ten in his league's WAR exactly once (there's that word again) should
be the highest-paid player in baseball? Based on what? All
of this factors into the Nationals' failure to advance beyond the
opening round of the playoffs even once in three tries.
At
his peak in 1930, Babe Ruth earned 80,000 dollars a year. Adjusted
for inflation, that equals 1.1 million bucks a year in 2016
dollars. Any idea—any idea at all—why someone named Bryce Harper
is worth forty times that?
Me,
neither.
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