By Ryan
Noonan
Friday, July 5th, 2002
During the offseason, right in the middle of all the contraction talk, I
was going on a random tirade to a friend of mine about how outrageous it
would be to dissolve the Minnesota Twins franchise.
Being that he couldn't tell you the difference between a double and a
double-play, I had to use terms he could relate to. I was actually communicating
it all in a very understandable manner -- until I got to the Twins owner
Carl Pohlad.
I quickly racked my brain to come up with a character who would fully embody
all of Pohlad's characteristics. I said the first evil villain that came
to mind.
C. Montgomery Burns. Otherwise known as Mr. Burns, from the Simpsons.
Think about it for a moment. Who else could represent everything Pohlad stands
for? Mr. Burns is an old, bald, filthy-rich business tycoon who seems to
take pleasure in other people's misery. He lives in a cavernous mansion by
himself and would probably sell his mother if it meant he could make $2 on
the deal.
Except for maybe the cavernous mansion, if that doesn't describe Pohlad,
I don't know what does. The man is 82-years-old and worth an estimated $1.8
billion. Are you serious, Clark? Does that kind of money even exist? If he
went to his bank tomorrow and asked to withdraw his money, could they cut
him a $1.8 billion check? I'm not sure what the other baseball owners are
worth, but it's a safe bet Pohlad is one of the richest in professional sports.
He's worth that much money at that age, and he refuses to invest another
penny into a team that has finally started winning. In fact, he threatened
the worst fate a team can receive (short of signing Jose Canseco)
-- he allowed Bud Selig to contract his Twins.
Simpsons' viewers know that Mr. Burns is not above selling his company to
make a buck. Early in the show's history, Burns sold his nuclear power plant
to a group of German businessmen in order to rake in the profits from his
stocks. He gave no thought to his employees or their families; he just wanted
to make sure his pockets would be lined with just a little more gold.
Last offseason, Pohlad, crying that he had lost too much money, voted to
have his team contracted out of baseball. So, after purchasing the team in
1984 for $36 million, he agreed to sell it back to baseball for an estimated
$250 million. Not a bad profit, except that by selling it back he would be
allowing a franchise that has existed since 1901 to go on the chopping block.
Maybe Pohlad was just tired of seeing that $1.8 billion label and wanted
it bumped up to $2 billion. Or maybe he's just an evil old man.
What else do baseball fans in Minnesota have to endure? They watched their
team win two world championships in five years, then watched the team fall
off the face of the baseball map. They went from World Series winners to
a bunch of nobodies, almost overnight. They experienced the strike, just
like the rest of us. Then they saw their franchise player, Kirby
Puckett, have his career cut short with glaucoma. Next, they sat back
as Pohlad tried to move the team to North Carolina, only to have the deal
fall through at the very last moment.
Finally, just as they start to show promise as a winning team again, they
have contraction hang over their head for a number of months. And Pohlad
has the nerve to complain about attendance. I guess not everything is directly
his fault, but he could be blamed for most of it.
In some ways, Pohlad could be worse than Burns. At the Springfield Power
Plant, the employees range from incompetent to downright idiotic and dangerous.
If the heartless Burns cared at all about his community, he'd shut down the
plant immediately. But Pohlad is in a different situation. His employees
are not incompetent. In fact, his employees have his team sitting at the
top of their division with a very comfortable lead.
With almost no help from their money-grubbing owner, the Twins have gone
from a group of young kids who couldn't walk to first base without holding
their coach's hand to one of the hottest teams in baseball. Terry Ryan,
the general manager, has done everything right in building a small-market
franchise.
Through the strict tutelage of manager Tom Kelly, these young players
learned that if they wanted to play, they had to be perfect. Perfect at the
plate, perfect on the mound, perfect in the field, perfect on the base paths.
Kelly knew he didn't have great-developed talent to work with, but he also
knew that if they did the fundamentals correctly, he could turn them into
a winning team.
He made them into playoff contenders. New manager Ron Gardenhire has
turned them into the team to beat in the AL Central.
But even with his team doing everything they can to get into the playoffs
in October, reports are that Carl Pohlad is still refusing to take on any
payroll. That means there will be no big trades for the Twins in July. They
can't go get that one big name player that can put them over the top.
In fact, Pohlad has instructed Ryan to cut payroll. With Torii Hunter,
Jacque Jones, and Doug Mientkiewicz, three of the Twins' brightest
young stars, all up for arbitration this winter, Pohlad has already made
it known that he will not be signing these men to the long-term, rich contracts
they can find elsewhere.
In essence, Pohlad is taking this opportunity to turn a promising young team
into a dominant franchise and turning his back on it. I wonder if he even
watches baseball or if this was just another way for him to make some money.
Fortunately for the Twins and their fans, contraction is no longer in the
picture, at least for a few years. They do have a good team and they are
looking at a good chance to make the playoffs. The bad news is that at the
end of the season, there is no guarantee that this team will remain the same.
You see, Mr. Burns might be an evil, heartless, billionaire with no love
for his community, but he's just a fictional character. Carl Pohlad is as
real as can be.
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