Don’t listen to the killjoys, Shohei Ohtani. Baseball needs you. Cripes, we need you.
Coors Field is a baseball palace run by jesters and fools. The Rockies’ prince, Nolan Arenado, got shipped to St. Louis along with $51 million for a Rich Hill clone and four maybes. The general manager who’d built and burnt this bird grabbed his golden parachute and jumped months ago.
It’s July, and we’re still not sure how many hands are on the stick in the Rockies’ front office. Or if management even knows how to fly this thing.