This Has Been a Long Time Coming For the McCourts

Earlier today, Tony Jackson of ESPNLA penned an open letter to Frank McCourt, asking him to sell the team and leave town, both for the sake of the franchise & their fans and the McCourt family itself. It’s rare that you see a beat writer so openly turning on the team (though he is of course absolutely right to do so), and I commend Jackson for doing it so eloquently and thoughtfully.

It also reminded me that I did the same thing nearly two years ago. I bring that up not in an any sort of an attempt to say that it was my idea first (clearly, dozens of similar items have been written), but because when I went back and read it today, it’s amazing to see how we felt at the time without even knowing just how bad things would get.

This was from October 23, 2009, about a week after the news of the separation and just after the Phillies bounced the Dodgers out of the NLCS.

Frank & Jamie;

Hi. How’re things? Oh, right. That. Yes, we were all very sorry to hear about the impending end of your marriage. I think we all know more than a few people at this point who’ve been through that (it took me until 28 to date a girl whose parents weren’t divorced), and there’s no question it can be a terrible and traumatic experience. So, our utmost condolences to the both of you and your family, and we hope that if reconciliation is no longer an option, then at least this trying issue can be worked out as painlessly as possible.

Unfortunately, there’s more to it than that. See, what should be happening here is that your personal issues are no different from the 8 billion other divorces that happen every year. And of course, if you weren’t who you are, that’s exactly what would be happening. Your marital issues would be none of our business, just like every other person’s.

The difference here, of course, is that you (both of you? one of you? who even knows at this point?) are the owners of the Dodgers, and it is only in that capacity that you really matter to us. Don’t get me wrong, because I know how callous that sounds, and I’m sure you’re lovely people. It’s just that we’re in this because we’re baseball fans, and if you didn’t run the Dodgers your lives would be no more or less important to me than any other person’s who I have not and will not ever meet.

So when the news of your divorce came out on the day of Game 1 of the NLCS, that was troubling enough. In the days since, rather than celebrate the end of the Dodger season and plans for the offseason, we’ve had to listen to quotes like “they’re trashing each other terribly. It’s going to be World War III” and now see the news that Jamie’s been fired from her position as CEO, while promising a lawsuit.

I’ve yet to read an account that doesn’t characterize this as being an extremely ugly situation. And yet again, I don’t really care about the “winner” of this situation insomuch as who gets the two (at least!) mansions you own. Remember, we only really care about how this is going to impact the Dodgers. We’re workaday slobs, you know, so watching our favorite team succeed is the only respite from our otherwise crushing lives. Or something like that.

We all saw what happened in San Diego, when John Moores got divorced and was forced to drastically slash the payroll and sell the club, right? Well, as crushing as this NLCS loss was, the fact remains that the Dodgers have won a playoff series in each of the last two years and still have a nice young core of talent. The future should be bright. So if this team goes downhill because of your petty bitching, well, that’s just unforgivable.

Even worse, this is hardly your first misstep. First, we had to watch as you bought a team, financed by debt, that you really couldn’t afford. That led to such atrocities as having to include catcher Carlos Santana (who’s only won the MVP of his league in each of the last two seasons) in the Casey Blake deal just to save $2m, rather than use a lesser prospect. He’s probably going to be the Indians’ starting catcher next year, and with how badly Russell Martin’s fallen off the cliff, don’t you think he would have been a nice player to have right now?

Or how about firing Dan Evans – sort of, by not relieving him of his duties but by telling him that they were looking for his replacement, and that he could interview for his own job - just three weeks before camp started in 2004? Or the sloppy way in which Paul DePodesta was canned? Say what you will about DePodesta (not to start that war again), but what’s more egregious – giving a GM just one offseason to remake the team, or not firing him until a month after the season ended, with him interviewing managerial candidates while you – unbeknownst to him – conducted your own search?

Then there was the absolute horror of the comments that Jamie made about Dodger fans having to choose between signing Manny or building parks for kids, which – in addition to coming right before buying that second mansion - infuriated us all so much that I have to reprint part of how we felt about it last winter:

Do you ever read something and you want to say three sentences at once in reply, but you have to force your brain to relax and just do one at a time so it’ll make sense? Because right now I’m not sure which thought is trying to push its way out of my head first: the idea that paying for 50 baseball fields is somehow costing enough that a top free agent is no longer affordable (seriously, how much did these fields cost? Is the grass made out of emeralds? Do the kids get Hall of Famers to coach every position) or the idea that Jamie McCourt basically just said “if you want the Dodgers to get good, though expensive, players, then you’re a monster who hates children.” Because, you know, when the Dodgers went out and got Manny and sold about ten billion $300 replica jerseys and fake dreadlocks and playoff tickets, all of you were bad people for supporting that expensive player and giving all that money to the McCourts.

All of which is a long way of saying that, despite the recent success on the field, you’ve done plenty to enrage Dodger fans – and remember, if we’re not “Dodger fans”, then you are two completely nameless, faceless people to us.

Don’t let your personal issues get in the way of the enjoyment of millions of Dodger fans around the world, because if – as seems likely – this devolves into a path of scorched earth and courtroom rhetoric that leads to the selling off of assets on the field and a string of losing seasons like in San Diego, you might still own the team, and you might have won in the eyes of the law, but you’ll still be a pariah in the eyes of Dodger fans everywhere.

Fix this quickly and privately, or sell the team. Now. You may be striving for the spotlight, but you’re not bigger than the Dodgers, and it’s your association with them that’s brought you fame – not vice versa.


That was about 20 months or so ago, and other than the still uncertain fact that the Santana deal may not just have been about the $2m, there’s not a single thing I’d take back there. We were worried, coming off of two NLCS appearances, that the team would fall apart on the field. It’s happened. We were scared that we’d have to witness years of two pompous, selfish, arrogant nitwits engaging in a public cash grab while the team and fans suffered. That happened too. Remember, this was all before the true facts came out about just how much money they were siphoning off for personal use, before any talk of Russian faith healers, before any unwelcome security concerns at the ballpark, before MLB stepped in to monitor the team, and before the bi-weekly guessing game of “will they make payroll?” We didn’t know any of that yet, and we were still terrified about what these two would do.

It also reminds me that we didn’t like the pair very much even before the divorce, a fact which I think is often lost today. Even as apprehensive as we were at the time, none of us could possibly have predicted just how bad it would get. These two clowns needed to be rid of the team years ago. As Jackson says, the clock is ticking on their regime. Do the right thing.

Clayton Kershaw, Ace

When the topic of pitcher wins comes up, we’re all enlightened enough to know that they’re generally useless. A pitcher usually has no control over the offensive support he receives or whether his bullpen can hang on to a lead handed to them after he’s out of the game. (Unless that reliever is Mike MacDougal, and then everyone knows exactly what will happen.)

That wasn’t always, the case, of course. There was a time where pitchers were men, or something, and if they got no run support, then they were supposed to hold the opponents to negative runs, dagnabbit. “Blogger” Murray Chass is usually at the forefront of that argument, stating:

There was once a time when pitchers were expected to win unless their team scored no runs, and then they were expected to tie.

This is, of course, a load, as we’ve seen trillions of times, most recently on Sunday when Hiroki Kuroda went seven scoreless and ended up with a shiny no-decision for his troubles. That’s how Kuroda, despite a 3.07 ERA, is just 5-8.

You know all of that, of course, and it’s all a long way of saying that we had no such concerns last night. Clayton Kershaw was a one-man wrecking crew, taking matters into his own hands to toss his second shutout of the season, made all the more impressive due to the fact that it was an all-righty American League Detroit lineup. The Tigers managed just two hits, none by heavy hitters Miguel Cabrera, Victor Martinez, or Magglio Ordonez. Kershaw had no need for the bullpen, completing the game on 112 pitches while retiring the final 13 batters he faced – including three swinging strikeouts in the ninth.

But Kershaw wasn’t finished there. Yes, Juan Uribe gave him the only run he’d need with a solo homer in the second inning (sidenote: Ha, Brad Penny. Ha.) and Dioner Navarro doubled in a second run in the sixth. With two on and the bases loaded in the eighth, Kershaw came to the plate. We’ve seen Don Mattingly hit for Kershaw a few times in these situations, even earlier in the game, and it usually hasn’t worked out either on the offensive end or in the relievers who followed. Mattingly let Kershaw hit; he poked a single to right, scoring two, and that was that. Kershaw’s actually been better at the plate (.294/.333/.294 .627) than the real professional hitters who he’s faced (.211./270/.299 .569). He also now leads the league in strikeouts with 117.

On the scale of where this game ranks in his young career, we often turn to Game Score. It’s imperfect because it doesn’t account for opponent, defense, or park, but it’s a quick and dirty way to evaluate a starter’s performance. A few weeks ago, when Kershaw shut out the Marlins, I noted it was his best game ever by Game Score. At the time, it was: not anymore. Once again, this was Kershaw’s “best game ever”. As you can see, the top four have all come in the last thirteen months or so.

Rk Date Opp Rslt App,Dec IP H R BB SO HR Pit GSc 2B 3B
1 2011-06-20 DET W 4-0 SHO9 ,W 9.0 2 0 1 11 0 112 93 1 0
2 2011-05-29 FLA W 8-0 SHO9 ,W 9.0 2 0 1 10 0 116 92 1 0
3 2010-05-09 COL W 2-0 GS-8 ,W 8.0 2 0 3 9 0 117 84 0 0
4 2010-09-14 SFG W 1-0 SHO9 ,W 9.0 4 0 0 4 0 111 83 1 0
5 2009-04-15 SFG W 5-4 GS-7 7.0 1 1 1 13 1 105 83 0 0
Provided by View Play Index Tool Used
Generated 6/21/2011.

Even better, take a look at the list of top five Game Scores in MLB this season:

Two of the best five games in the league belong to our own Clayton Kershaw. The next time someone tells you he’s “on his way to being one of the best pitchers in baseball,” stop them immediately. He’s already there.