November 15th, 2007

magikist

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Just had to mention this:

Stay-Rod? Alex Rodriguez tells New York Yankees he wants to stay in pinstripes

In a startling turn of events, Alex Rodriguez and his wife met with New York Yankees executives Hal and Hank Steinbrenner on Wednesday in Tampa, Fla., and the star third baseman told the team he wants to stay in pinstripes.

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A logical endpoint for a deal could be to take the $72 million the Yankees owed, subtract the $21 million New York lost from Texas, add $10 million in escalators A-Rod would have earned in 2009 and 2010, and then add seven seasons at $30 million annually. That would total $271 million for the next 10 years.


Quite a bit less than a minimum of $350 million his agent was talking about. Still more money per year than all of our lifetime salaries put together, and quite possibly more than all of Major League Baseball in 1976, the year ARod was born. Still, quite a bit less.

My take? He realized that he had priced himself out of the market. Lots of people claim baseball needs a salary cap. What it needs is a few owners with some common sense.
magikist

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So, a follow-up to this post, where everyone was getting mad at me for not getting some data loaded because they had conveniently neglected to give me appropriate f*cking instructions: It now turns out that it was the wrong f*cking data.

Also, I now learn that the other job that I took over from the same guy who dumped the previous mess in my lap and split has never actually gotten another job, which everyone wants to finish by tomorrow, to work.

Before February 18, when I had my stroke, things like this used to bother me, and I'd let it get to me and I'd get headaches and my blood pressure would skyrocket and I'd have another Red Bull and get back to work on the problem. I'm finally learning that, if I'm not the person who f*cked up in the first place, it's not my problem, and if they want me to fix it, they're going to have to either get me the help I need or stand back and let me figure out what the last guy f*cked up.

I'm also learning that things like this are funnier than hell and I'm enjoying a good laugh about them. On my old job, that was deemed to be a cavalier attitude. I now realize that it's a matter of survival. I also realized that I should have left that place the minute I was told that I have a cavalier attitude. Which leads me to this, which latt made for me around the time I left my old job: