But it gives me something to do on lunch. As of around noon PST, the big rumor/news/whatever you want to call it is that Prince Fielder has signed with the Detroit Tigers for a couple hundred million bucks, [and] nine years,
and all the pizza he can eat. I have to say, I stopped holding my breath about this after the initial whispers before Christmas. If Fielder had wanted to come to Seattle, he would have done it ages ago, and we wouldn’t be sitting around waiting to find out where he was going to sign these many, many weeks. I’m just glad it’s done and over with. It will be cool to see him in Safeco on occasion – an opportunity I would not have with him in the NL, of course – I’m just glad I don’t have to deal with the constant alerts on my phone anymore (because this is really all about me). Even though this was not a situation where I was on the edge of my seat, it’s nerve-wracking to want something to happen with the Mariners, and keep only getting news from other teams, or Fielder rumors. Those were literally my only two choices. I am also now further convinced that the next move made by the Mariners will not be one anyone sees coming. Again.
Twitter is still blowing up as I write this. I’d link to some of the Tweets, but they’re coming in too fast and a thirty-minute lunch does not give me enough time to really investigate that option. Most of the reactions seem to boil down to a few things: 1) that the contract is way too much, 2) that Fielder’s agent
Satan Scott Boras is good at his job, and 3) that it was really a complete and total surprise to everyone, most of all Tigers fans. I have not seen the complaints coming in about the Mariners not sealing the deal, but I’m guessing that those will be somewhere online in the very near future. Maybe not on my Twitter feed, as I seem to have surrounded myself with a stream full of level-headed individuals, but they’ll be out there.
I won’t be one of them. Congratulations to Detroit for the upgrade, but I don’t know if people truly understand how much money $214 million dollars really is. We toss around numbers a lot in baseball, but I could take my and twenty of my best friends’ yearly salaries and not be anywhere close to $214 million dollars. The Mariners may or may not have been able to afford this, but in the long run, it would have been a terrible decision. Fielder will be in his mid-30s by the time his contract ends. I am not normally a person who cares about athelete’s weight where pitchers are concerned, but being 268lbs at 5’11” and having to run and work bases will only last so long. Fielder is a great athlete, and I think the Tigers will get a lot of use out of him (that word “use” sounds awful, I know), but if he goes down, he’s going to go down hard, and I’d rather that it wasn’t the Mariners that pumped all that money into another high-priced player’s injury year. Or years. We have better things to do with our money. I don’t know that I started this offseason out thinking like that, but over the past month and a half or so, I have been more keenly interested in staying small. We tried the big moves, and they didn’t really work out for us. Maybe now it truly is time to lay a little lower, make some smaller moves, and use the guys we have. And I know I’m preaching to several choirs here, and I know I’m not saying anything that multiple other places online haven’t already said and said better; I just think that the reality of this deal now has made me fully realize what a massive bullet this organization has just dodged. And “dodged” isn’t even the right word. Jack Zduriencik knows what he’s doing, this wasn’t a matter of us losing out on something.
The question is, what happens now?