by mapache61 on 23 Apr 2011, 19:01
gundy, the story gets even better. And by better, I mean much, much worse.
As Colletti is signing these free-agent busts to ridiculous contracts, we begin to notice all the deals are loaded with deferred payments -- meaning the player will be payed his money in the future, often years after he's no longer a Dodger. Is McFraud cash-poor? Oh yes. But not really (more on that in a minute). So LA plays in two consecutive NL Championship Series (2008 & 09)-- losing both. To this day, McCreep crows about how successful the Dodgers have been under his ownership. He is the man responsible for it all. I beg to differ. With the exception of a few players and Manny Ramirez (who fell in LA's lap for free when Boston was desperate to get rid of him), the team's core players all came up through the Dodger farm system, and were drafted during the Fox ownership -- long before we were cursed with McBroke.
On the eve of the 2009 NLCS, the sh-t hit the fan when it was announced that McSlime and his wife, Jamie, were filing for divorce. His worthless wife was Team President at the time, and she also claims, half-owner of the Dodgers. McJackass fires her as President...and let's get ready for an ugly, divorce court rumble! As details of the divorce trial are reported by the media, we find out exactly where our $12 beer money and $15-for-parking bucks have been going, and it wasn't to sign top-of-the-line pitchers (Lee, Sabathia, etc), who could've possibly helped LA reach the World Series in 09. No, our cash was being used to fund the McCrooks' obscenely lavish lifestyles. How obscene? They bought seven beachfront mansions in Malibu (plus another in Beverly Hills), flew on private jets, got $10,000 haircuts, took plenty of "business-related" vacations I'm sure, put their worthless sons on the Dodger payroll, and even paid a six-figure salary to a Russian psychic to channel "positive vibes" to the Dodgers through his TV. I COULD NOT make this sh-t up.
So as you can see, during the economic meltdown of the past few years, the McCharlatans are the MLB-equivalent of the Wall Street and banking industry criminals who partied like rock stars while the rest of us schlubs hit rock bottom.