My wife is crying upstairs. I hear cars coming to the house. Brewers beat reporter of mine, I think it’s time you told your Don what everyone seems to know:
It’s official: Ron Roenicke is the next Milwaukee Brewers field manager. The Brewers made the announcement Thursday morning and planned to introduce Roenicke, 54, at a 1:30 p.m. CT press conference at Miller Park. Club officials confirmed he was the choice two days earlier, but held off the formal announcement while some final administrative steps were completed and Roenicke traveled to Milwaukee.
Roenicke got a two-year contract with a club option for 2013.
I’m not meaning to pick on the reporter with that Godfather goof. It’s just that, in this day of rumors and tweets, it’s easy to forget that something isn’t actually official until the team announces it. Not sure if that’s meaningful, silly or quaint, but it’s true, even if we all knew Ron Roenicke got the job two days ago.
I can’t wait for the day when we hear about a hiring and, in the interim between the news breaking and it actually being made official by the team, the entire fan base moves on and has begun agitating for the “old” guy to get fired.
There’s a saying that goes “nothing good ever happens after 2AM.” It can also be said that nothing good ever happens after, say, week 5 or 6 of spring training.
Today, for instance, are a lot of inconsequential games. Those are neutral. Then there are a rash of these sorts of incidents which just went down today, all of which are bad:
Archer seems to be OK for now. Moncada walked off his thing and went back into the game. We’re still waiting to hear on Bumgarner and Ichiro. If there is anything serious with them we’ll update as we learn things.
But really, guys: Spring Training is too long. Even in a year like this one, when it’s a tad shorter than usual because of an early start to the regular season. Everyone who was gonna get their timing down well enough to make a big league roster has already done so. If someone isn’t healthy and in playing shape now, they’re not gonna be six days from now for Opening Day. The cake, as they say, is baked.
All that can happen is possessed-by-the-devil baseballs attacking unsuspecting players and injuring them in meaningless exhibitions. Let’s cease all baseball now until the regular season starts. Out of an abundance of caution.