Son of Yhency

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

My worst nightmare

The Dodgers, two months into the off-season and two weeks into the already moribund reign of Ned Colletti, have yet to hire a manager. Many candidates have simply had no interest in working in what has become a circus, leaving the club with the options of Jim Fregosi, John McLaren... and now, Grady Little?!!?!

Ummmm, pardon me? Grady Little?

No. No..... NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

This is a joke or a nightmare, right? Please, just wake me up. Or kill me. Whatever's easiest.

I'm really sick of what the Dodgers have become. This is a historical franchise, which once was full of pride and well respected around the league, and Frank bleeping McCourt is just killing us. KILLING US. Can the voters of L.A. recall him? Could we have Arnold create one of his crazy propositions saying that California voters can recall sports owners? To borrow a line from the Sports Guy, would anyone be against this?

But enough of that man. Back to our non-existent manager. I think it's time to take a different approach. Instead of whoring themselves out to the entire league and getting rebuffed by every bench coach, how about the Dodgers take a chance on some young rising star? It worked with Ozzie Guillen and the White Sox, Theo Epstein and the Red Sox. Why can't it work for the Dodgers? I mean, anything has to be better than Grady Little. For the love of all that's holy, WHY???