And this weekend comes the newly-minted Posada-gate spawned, of all places, in the House next to the House that Ruth Built. New York Yankees' designated hitter Jorge Posada, a multiple World Series winner as catcher of the team, threw what many called a hissy fit Saturday night after he and his .165 batting average were dropped to ninth in the team's lineup for a nationally-televised game against the Boston Red Sox. Rather than help the team stop a losing streak, Posada pulled himself out of the lineup an hour before the game, telling reporters that he needed to clear his head (before telling them that he had an ailing back).
He did the opposite, in other words, of what a responsible teammate is supposed to do. And he seemed to do it for all the wrong reasons. He and his manager, Joe Girardi, don't get along? Doesn't matter, you play the game. His pride was hurt by the demotion in the lineup? Doesn't matter, you pick up a bat. He is frustrated by his lack of production this season? Doesn't matter, you take your turn at the plate and try harder. These aren't just baseball's hallowed commandments. They are general rules of life; you never, ever give up, ever, especially when you are down and out. Duly down and out this year, what Posada really did was to give up, on himself and his team.
To their credit, team officials were visibly furious. General Manager Brian Cashman, architect of the current Yankees run of success, took the extraordinary step of holding an informal press conference in the middle of the game to distance the organization from the veteran player's conduct. He's not injured as far as we know, the boss told reporters and Joe Buck, and if he is he didn't tell anyone about it in advance. Cashman's comments, in turn, prompted Posada to get angry at his boss for breaching press protocol. The clubhouse blow-up completely overshadowed Saturday's game, which the Red Sox won 6-0.
Even before Sox pitcher Rich Hill struck out Yankees' legend Derek Jeter to end Saturday's affair, the blogosphere was awash in speculation and righteous indignation about Posada's stand. On a night when the political world lost its head over an announcement that a potential candidate had decided (like 308 million other Americans) not to run for president, the sports world went nuts about a player who decided not to play. Imagine that. And of course the Fox Sports crew, which had the Saturday game, added blood to the water by offering viewers endless close-up shots of a brooding, pensive Posada sitting in the dugout.
Posada was a tragic figure, an aging athlete coming to grips right this very weekend with his own professional mortality. No, he was a bum who gave up on his team in a fit of pique. Posada's public tantrum was a sign of things to come for the Yankees when they begin, soon enough, to diminish the playing time and batting rank of Derek Jeter, one of the greatest Yankees ever. No, Posada's shtick was a slap in the face to the very same Jeter, his good friend and longtime team captain. Posada is a proud man struck low. No, Posada committed the cardinal sin in team sports; he refused to play when called upon to do so. Pick your poison. Pick your spin. If only Dick Young were still alive and writing about New York sports...