Here’s something you don’t see a lot of in sports, particularly big-time sports, particularly big-money sports: quitting.
How miserable must Ryne Sandberg and Jerry Dipoto have been?
Two good men, reasonably capable at their jobs, with duties to perform and paychecks still coming and professional loyalties to attend to, they resigned – surrendered – within a few days of each other and with a baseball season only half done. This is a thing now?
As a result, Sandberg, 55, might have managed his last big-league game. For that gig, he’d tamped notions of Hall of Fame privilege and re-logged thousands of minor-league miles, then freely signed up for short-term hopelessness, because he wished to be a major league manager and was willing to work for it. All that for 278 games, a cardboard box and a “Leave your ID badge at the security desk, please.”
Dipoto, 47, had turned a respectable playing career – 390 relief appearances over eight seasons – into an upwardly mobile front-office career, itRead More »from Ryne Sandberg, Jerry Dipoto and the uncomfortable nature of quitting