Waxing America usually tries to avert our eyes when Major League Baseball Commissioner Bud Selig is in view. Whether it's the All-Star game, or instant replay, or the handling of Manny Ramirez, you can bet Bud's made the wrong decision, if he's made one at all. This weekend, Selig's the commencement speaker here at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, and it would be an ideal time for Selig to announce his retirement after more than ten years in the post. That's a decision Selig could make that we'd fully back and loudly applaud.
We already have a nomination for a replacement: Doug Glanville. A standout former player for the Cubs, Rangers and Phillies, Glanville is an engineering graduate of the University of Pennsylvania and whipsmart. His occasional columns for the New York Times are masterpieces of personal commentary based on experience. The latest, addressing the Manny mess, introduces Glanville's personal compass: his mom.
My mom has always been a big part of how I evaluate what to do when faced with a choice... She taught me to look at the big picture. A lot of people have asked me whether I’m bitter about having played the game “clean” while competing for my job with some opponents and teammates who weren’t. But my mom sat on my shoulder (even from 1,000 miles away in New Jersey), reminding me at those moments that the ...pill takers pay a big price for their decision.
... my mom would sit on my shoulder and remind me of the beauty of knowing that what you gave of yourself was authentic, and that anything that happened — successes, failures — was real. I knew, for instance, that the two home runs I hit off Curt Schilling one day were real, no matter what someone in the Mitchell Report was doing. There’s power in knowing your capabilities, however imperfect, whatever odds you are up against. You get back a result you can trust.
Commissioner Glanville. Works for us.
- Barry Orton
(hat tip: Bleed Cubbie Blue's Al Yelon)
Update: Mike Basford, writing in The Dailypage, goes upside Bud's head:
Wherever Bud Selig goes, skies darken and rain falls. Crabgrass grows in the fields. Apple pies and Crackerjacks sour and babies wail. Bats go dead and pitchers blow out rotator cuffs. Peanuts get too salty and beer becomes too prohibitively expensive to quench the thirst.