Really people, this John Henry guy rolls into town with super dick Larry Lucchino and shiffer brains Tom Werner and wins a few world series by getting Curt Shilling to round out Dan Duquette’s roster. Then of course the fluke of 2013.
In between he divorces the mother of his young son and hits the high end hotel cocktail lounge singles circuit where pasty, boring, decrepit, unattractive, monotone, extremely wealthy, old men meet their soul mates. The one woman who really gets him. Not like that hag he just divorced. No, it’s not about looks or sex it’s about finding Mrs. Right. The woman God wants him to be with.
John Henry is a smart guy and he knows opposites attract. Sure enough one night at the Liberty Hotel cupid’s arrow struck. A non-pasty, non-boring, fit, attractive, social, and just plain ole wealthy and much younger lass named Linda from Lynnfield knew right away that her drive down Route 1 and paying the $3.00 to get over the Tobin Bridge was worth it. – Can you believe that? Three goddamn dollars to drive over that congested, always rusted, suppose to have been free 30 years ago, use to cost 25 cents, crap bridge?- Where was I? God that toll pisses me off. Hmm WTF was I talking about?
Oh yeah. Jackpot for Linda. Then as a wedding present this super super wealthy, but weird, arrogant egomaniac buys her the Boston Globe.
All Aboard! Step right up folks.
Hey, have you guys read much in the Globe about the highly-questionable-one-sided-bad-deal-for-Boston land deal John Henry pulled off for his baseball team? The one that the inspector general said completely sucked and ripped the people off big time? Anyone see much about that? An editorial telling the Sox to do the right thing and pay market value? Anyone? Where’s the outrage?
Here’s one from today. Chris Gasper writing an opinion piece in the Globe saying B/C. football should play less home games at the stadium it owns in Chestnut Hill; the stadium that makes revenue from people buying tickets, going to games, parking, eating, buying merchandise, and getting all B.C’d up. You know the stadium I mean? The one where Boston College can play for free and keep all the money people spend there.
Funny though, one of the little worker bees at the Globe comes out and argues that Boston College should give-up a few of the six or seven home games each year and pay rent to John Henry and give him all the concession revenue other than the licensing fees for the B.C merchandise.
Hey, great Idea.
Now folks I hate to tell you this but Tom Yawkey was not a racist. Pinky Higgins his G.M. in the mid 50s to mid 60s probably was. Not sure about Joe Cronin, the manager and G.M. before Higgins.
But here is what I do know. Dick O’Connell was the general manager who replaced Higgins in 1966. He was from Lynn. Good guy.
He was G.M. up until Tom Yawkey died. Jean Yawkey did not like O’Connell and go rid of him before the old man was cold.
Anyway, O’Connell and others with the Red Sox at that time would tell anyone who listened that Yawkey wanted black ball players and he was mandated to find them.
Yawkey was a hands off owner. The Globe and others like Eddie Andleman found him an easy target for the racist charge back in the 70s when the haves were dividing the city by pitting poor blacks against working class whites.
Yawkey was from Detroit. Not the south as the propaganda would make you believe. He was orphaned and a wealthy guy from Detroit adopted him. His new family was related to the Griffith family who owned the old Washington Senators. He eventually more that team to Minnesota. (Later version of Senators moved to Texas).
Yawkey’s association with the south is he owned a huge wildlife preserve in North Carolina and was the primary benefactor to a home for orphans called Tara Hall.
Jean Yawkey was a former New York model with progressive views. She was very upset about what she deemed a false legacy being constructed for her late husband.
In the early 80s an old baseball guy from another era worked as the equipment guy, Vince Orlando. The Red Sox held spring training in Winter Haven Florida then. In the middle of nowhere. Real south. Like Burt Reynolds south.
Anyway the local Elks club had a restaurant and they would invite white players but not invite the blacks. I told you, this was the real South.. Vince would pass the word of free meals at the Elks.
Note: This was early 80s. By this time nobody ate at the elks. Hadn’t since 1969 probably. Except Vince of course.
Players had money and there were normal restaurants around. Who the hell would go to the Elks? Really. Front office was clueless about this.
Tommy Harper, one of my favorite players, was a coach then and sees what’s going on. Rightfully so he bitches. He’s upset. Can you blame him? Of course not.
So Harper complains and it’s stopped. But he’s still irked. How could this go on for so long?
Harper gets depressed. During the season his job was scouting. I think scouting minor league players, not sure. Anyhow, because he’s pissed and depressed and because they made him feel like a second rate person his depression manifested itself by him not working like he should. He misses a few games. Handed in shitty reports etc.
Problem is that in Harper’s line of work there are ten thousand qualified guys beating down a general manger’s door for a job like his every year. And most are friends he wants to help. The competition for these jobs is off the charts.
Now, here’s where it went real bad.
Lou Gorman was the general manger. Reputation as the nicest guy in baseball and not out to hurt anyone. But every year he makes changes. All general managers do. Scouts and minor league coaches can be revolving doors.
And guess when those changes are usually made. That’s right, December. Right before Christmas.
Gorman lets Harper go for performance reasons. Then the shit hits the fan. So much so that the Sox signed an agreement with the MCAD and the NAACP to take steps to employ more African Americans.
And oh boy did they. They hired dozens of competent African Americans. They were all over the place when John Henry bought the team. Today the Red Sox front office is employs more than twice as many people it did 15 years ago yet there are only two African Americans; a female attorney and a clubhouse attendant. Both were hired by the Yawkey ownership. John Henry has done squat.
I always believed the city missed a great opportunity to have a serious discussion on race. Lou Gorman felt bad. Never considered the Elks incident. There was no dialogue. And the Globe of course made like they were the heroes and the Red Sox a racist organization. Top to bottom.
But now the Globe wants to banish Tom Yawkey. Adrian Walker wrote some nice propaganda for John Henry and the Mrs. Start the whispers and build it to a chorus.
Let there only be one who we call the Great One. Let no man get in the way of the legend of John Henry.
The NAACP should be asking John Henry questions about all the people who work for him anywhere and everywhere. What are the numbers John? You say one thing but the numbers say something else.
How many black people on the editorial board? How many influential people are there at the Globe’s executive offices? Do the numbers at the Globe match those at the Sox?
When Jean Yawkey died she gave most if not all the assets to a charitable trust. This included the Red Sox. The trust is probably worth at least a billion. I don’t know. But because of it there is money being spent with little fanfare; huge money supporting hospitals and non-profits in Boston.
Because the Yawkeys weren’t like John Henry, Larry, Lucchino, Tom Werner, or Bob Kraft they didn’t spend money on public relation firms and forcing people to believe they were the best things since slice bread. Or did they have their minions obsessively follow the media and keep files on who says what about them.
I think the word is class. That is what set them apart from the above. It would be nice to have some more civic leaders with class. Not the ego driven duplicitous dinks we are use to seeing.
Anyway, this John Henry Boston Globe thing is a bigger joke everyday. Can’t trust WGBH radio and TV either. Seems to be nothing but a Boston Globe John Henry ball suck.
I am also suspect about Dan Shaughnessy’s suuden induction into Hall of Fame. Did his boss and influential Cooperstown big shot John Henry put a word in for him? Good for the Globe’s business you know. Who voted for this guy? Seriously?
Hey, how about Judge Sanders telling Mohegan they might have something with their argument that Steve Crosby’s Gaming Commission is not on the level.
That’s what Boston and Somerville were also saying but the Judge basically said even if they were right they don’t have standing.
So once again I am soo right. Let’s watch as Crosby and Judge McHugh and perhaps Tocco and the other at the ML Strategies family get deposed under oath. Wynn too. Oh the fun.
MA Gaming Commission and Steve Crosby’s arrogance and stupidity, the gift that keeps on giving.