I’m sure that Frank McCourt must feel like he’s playing dodge ball and it’s everyone against him in a game of “smear the q…” Oh wait, I can’t say queer – it’s not politically correct, and I always strive to be politically correct. Anyway, Frank is being given a colonoscopy by Bud Selig, Jamie McCourts’ lawyers, maybe the IRS, maybe the FBI and maybe the California Department of Taxation. The fans are revolting – he is more hated than Marge Schott was when she owned the Cincinnati Reds, if only by virtue of the fact that that there are a lot more Dodger fans. To be mentioned in the same breath as Marge Schott shows how fast and far Frank has fallen. Dodger fans now consider Jamie McCourt somewhat of a Savior – which is a lot like comparing Hitler to Stalin.
Now, Bill Shaikin of The LA Times reports that “Jamie McCourt is expected to urge Judge Gordon to order the Dodgers be sold before Bud Selig can seize the Dodgers so that the couple, not the league, would control the sale process.“ Another ball being thrown at Frank! How long can he survive? Of course, even if the Judge rules the Dodgers be sold, Frank can appeal. It can drag on much longer, but Frank could be getting weary. Does he see the light at the end of the tunnel, or is it simply a train? It gets more interesting (sickening may be a better term) by the minute.
Many Dodger fans have said “ENOUGH ALREADY!”
You’ve got to “know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em, know when to walk away and know when to run…”
Is it time for Frank to walk away?
No! It’s time to run!
Run, Frank, Run!