Opinion of Kingman's Performance
Monday, October 17, 2011
Divorce Settlement...I Have No Idea if This is Good or Bad
I honestly don’t know what to make of the recent Frank and Jamie McCourt divorce settlement terms that were announced today. I don’t know if it is good or bad news. I can’t seem to wrap my head around it and figure out if this means that Frank is going to lose the team or if this saved his skin. Is he dependent on the TV money to pay off his wife? Is he counting on the settlement money that he expects to collect in the malpractice suit he filed against his former law firm to pay part or most of Jamie’s $130 million? Will MLB be able to keep him from giving any of the future possible TV contract money to her? Is he counting on a minority partner to jump in and save him? If that is the case, then the real question to ask on that front is who in their right mind would ever want to join in a partnership with Frank McCourt knowing his past history?
This whole situation is a tangled web so twisted and confusing that it is hard to tell up from down in my mind. In the off-season we should be talking about free agents like Prince Fielder and Albert Pujols, contract extensions for Kemp and Kershaw, trade rumors involving the possibility of dealing Ethier, discussions about re-signing Kuroda, Loney, Carroll, and Arizona Fall League prospect development. Instead, for the third consecutive off-season, the hot stove has the McCourts brewing on it.
So I read the blogs. I read opinions of legal experts and of intelligent fans that have been following this saga now for years. I try to grasp an understanding of all the variables and realize, there are simply too many. I consider myself an educated man, someone that understands complicated situations and is able to unravel mind twisting jigsaw puzzle sized problems. But this is different. This is a total mess and worst of all, I’m tired of this mess. It’s a 25,000 piece jigsaw puzzle of a natural landscape that has about 12,000 pieces of bright blue sky. “Why bother with it?” I think, “there are more important things to do.” The completion just seems so far off. No end ever seems to be in sight.
That’s the way Frank McCourt has lived his life. One legal issue after another, and when he doesn’t get his way, he just appeals and appeals. How many times have his rivals simply given up. Frank prevails in court not out of principle, but out of perseverance. He’s got to be the most patient man alive. Never mind that he is the most despised man in Los Angeles. He doesn’t care, as long as he continues to clutch the reigns of Dodger ownership. When the nuclear holocaust hits and the world is obliterated. Two things will emerge, cockroaches and Frank McCourt. How appropriate.