Overheard this morning in the lobby at the Winter Meetings: Scott Boras didn’t even do the “thank you for your offer; let us assess it and get back with you thing” with the Nationals when they went to seven years, $126 million. It was just — bam — “where do we sign?!”
That was all said in a half-joking way — I’m sure Boras played it cool — but the sense among the chattering insiders here was clear: even the agent who likes to take his time and work everyone against everyone in negotiations was surprised that the Nats gave Werth as many years and as many dollars as he got.
It’s such a crazy deal that I’m starting to come off the notion that everyone has about how much Carl Crawford will demand or ultimately will get. I mean, yes, baseball free agency is a market, but it’s a less than perfect market with hardly an infinite amount of bidders. Just because the Nats are nuts doesn’t mean there are other nuts out there waiting to overpay people. If Crawford says he wants ten years and $190 million or something, wouldn’t the proper response for suitors be “sorry, the only insane team has already signed its big fish this winter. We’re not insane.”
I think Werth’s deal will ultimately mean that Crawford gets paid well, but the sheer lunacy of his contract may actually cause negotiations to drag on longer than they otherwise would have due to just how far out of a rational frame of reference it is. There will be push back from teams, I bet. At least a bit, and at least for a little while.