Friday, January 23, 2015
Posted by el duque at 3:48 PM
Last year, right around now, they unveiled unto Robbie Cano the Ten-Year-Pact - a contract so ridiculously odious that not even the Yankees, generally the gold standard for long term mistakes, decided not to top it.
This year, Seattle sat in a corner and pretended to read "Gravity's Rainbow," while the great Ichiro Suzuki - the finest player in Mariner history and a future Hall of Famer - knocked on doors, requesting a chance at winning a job.
Go away, they said. Not interested.
Nope. They were so excited about the 35 pounds lost by Jesus "Ice Cream Sandwich" Montero that they started printing 2015 playoff tickets, and when they were done, they didn't have any more ink in their pens to draw up a contract for their greatest historical icon.
Go away. No room here.
Thankless in Seattle.
Seven years from now, Ichiro will go to Cooperstown with a massive crowd, most of which will be wearing Mariners caps. He wear one, too - because that's the way it should be. He deserves to go in with a Seattle cap - just as he deserved to leave baseball in one, during his final incarnation.
Nope. Go away. No room here.
Well, here's a prediction for 2021, when Ichiro dons that Mariners cap for his final, farewell party.
That year, one certain person will NOT be wearing a Seattle cap: Robbie Cano.
Nope. After his first bad season - he'll have a few - they'll trade him for a pack of cigarettes and an autographed Jay-Z record. And if Robbie expects loyalty - well - he's gotten a nice view of it, Mariners style.