Clare called
yesterday to tell me that ex-slugger and HOFer Jim Thome, who works in the
White Sox front office, travelled to Las Vegas last month (maybe by tractor, as
befitting the pride of downstate Peoria) to sell the Sox to free-agent Bryce
Harper. Oh, to be privy to their
conversation. Do you think they debated
the best place in Chicago for designer bib overalls? Somehow, I don’t see the crew-cut Thome
discussing mousse with Samson-locks’ Harper.
Seriously,
though, what could they have talked about?
How Jerry Reinsdorf used to—as in past tense—hate Scott Boras, Harper’s
agent? How Harper would be expected to
help the Sox move up a fiddle from second-fiddle in a two-team market? How he would be coming to a rebuilding team,
which is not the same as a contending team?
How he and phenom Eloy Jimenez would be counted on to play nice
together? How a paycheck in excess of
$30 million a year comes with the greatest of expectations?
Inquiring minds
want to know.
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