Shmendrik Manager
Yesterday I ran across an article [Link] in the Huntsville Times feed that caught my attention span:
“HUNTSVILLE, Ala. – Milwaukee assistant general manager Gord Ash says the Brewers have sent plenty of talented minor-leaguers to Double-A Huntsville, but the fan support hasn’t been reciprocated.
“This is a very apathetic baseball town, and something’s going to have to change,” said Ash, scanning Sunday’s sparse crowd of 660 fans at Joe Davis Stadium. “They’re going to be sorry in a couple of years when they don’t have baseball.”
The Stars’ attendance ranks last in the 10-team Southern League this season after ranking ninth the past two years.”
Assuming this to not be some clumsily contrived attempt at humor by the journalism staff, I immediately though of what might be thought of as
A Short List Of Rules For Shmendricks Who Would Be Managers
- Never give an order you know won’t be obeyed, else every order becomes discretionary
- Never threaten, defined punishments are much less terrifying and may even provoke laughter
- Guilt only works if it actually exists, and anyone cares
- Never offer to do yourself a harm, cooperation will be exuberant
I shall refrain from considering whether Mr. Ash is more in need of a brain transplant or a diuretic. Although a bit of reflection leads to the suspicion that his alimentary canal empties into his brain pan rather than the normal place
I shall comment that this may indicate why the folks in Milwaukee can’t brew decent beer. Also why I found the coaches in the public shuls to be balagoleh.
