The man doesn’t need this aggravation. He certainly doesn’t need the money, and he’s got enough jewelry to ensure his ticket will be punched for the Hall of Fame. Joe Torre should just walk. He should just send George an email saying: “Thanks for the memories, Mr. G. I’m out.”
How classy would that be? He’d practically get a parade – not to mention one of those stupid-fat contracts ESPN doles out to ex-jocks, coaches and managers. He’d also get about $100G per speaking engagement. But as I mentioned, this isn’t about the money. Torre earned – emphasis on earned – $7 million this season and he doesn’t seem like the kind of guy with seven cars in his garage and a closet full of bling.
It’s about dignity. It’s about honor. It’s about taking control of one’s life in the midst of the storm.
Joe Torre deserves better than to twist in the breeze as Big G decides whether its thumbs-up or thumbs down for the best manager in Yankee history. So rather than wait, he should just tell Big G he can save the energy. Joe should move on. It wouldn’t be quitting. And any headline writer who uses that word in connection with the move should have “Knucklehead” tattooed across his forehead.
This is not to say that the Yankees shouldn’t hire a new manager. Sometimes it’s just time. No one’s fault. It’s just time – and that may be the case here.
But rather than wait on his fate, Joe Torre should make his own future. Soon enough, the Yankees will know what they’ve lost.
This man needs a change.