The most special part of Friday night’s thumping of the Rangers wasn’t Joe Saunders or J.J. Hardy or even those insurance RBI’s from McLouth and Machado.
Those were acts in the play. They were important parts of the story, but they weren’t the most “special” thing I saw.
The best part – “special” in its full definition – of Friday night in Arlington? The look on Buck Showalter’s face as he stepped out to the field while the celebration started near the pitcher’s mound. One word came to mind as I watched him: Pride. He looked like a dad who just watched his 16-year old son return an interception for a touchdown in the last minute of the homecoming game to seal the win.
So…maybe it’s too soon for someone in the media to start talking and writing about this, but I’ll do it.
It’s time for Peter Angelos to pay Buck Showalter.
Buck’s original deal ends after the 2013 season, but I don’t think any of us need to be convinced he’s worth keeping around.
True, it’s not my checkbook, but even stingy old Pete has to know a good thing when he’s stumbled upon it.
Pay Buck Showalter.
Whatever he wants.
Sometimes…what you think you want, you’re not prepared to deal with when you actually get it.
The Orioles franchise supposedly wants to win. People in the trenches at The Warehouse have tried to quietly convince anyone who would listen that “Peter really wants to win”. Angelos himself, when he lets Channel 13 interview him once every five years, always talks about his desire for the team to be successful.
Well, well, well…look what happened.
Winner, winner, chicken dinner.
And now it’s time to sit down with the manager and fork over a big plate of money.
I remember what happened the last time the Orioles went to the playoffs with a manager who knew what he was doing. The manager was canned in the off-season and we endured 14 years without a post-season baseball game in Baltimore.
That better not happen this time around.
Back up the Brinks truck in Buck’s driveway and pay the man the money he’s worth.