It was about a year ago, before the pennant race, before there were celebrations of any kind, before the World Series was ever a topic of realistic conversation, that Edward Rogers and friends clumsily determined that Paul Beeston had to go, and by extension Alex Anthopoulos was to follow.
That awkward piece of baseball sabotage wasn’t about the end of this magnificent season; it was about the beginning. Beeston was supposed to have been pushed out as president of the Blue Jays before his 70th birthday. And with Beeston being pushed out, his general manager of choice, Anthopoulos, the erstwhile boy wonder, was to be gone in tandem.