So two days after the Red Sox "were taking too long" to hire a new manager, John Farrell is now locked up as the skipper and "he’s got time to assemble his staff and his team."
Huh. Yet that's about the most sensible thing The CHB has to say in this 834-word regurgitation of his most common complaints, whines and bitches.
Most of the piece is the same old shtick: the owners are dysfunctional, the pitchers entitled, the support staff whackos. No surprises there. It wouldn't be a CHB column, though, without some flip-flops, of course.
When Terry Franconca was hired, Shank advised him to "Get caller ID on your cellphone and accept any calls from B. James in the 816 (Kansas City) area code."
Today, after two World Series wins, Bill James is now "a kooky
contrarian in Lawrence, Kan. — a man intent on the reinvention of the
way we all think about baseball."
Guess Shank is still mad that James' methods destroyed that whole "Curse" nonsense.
Bad hair and hard feelings are no way to go through life, Dan.