If the Boston Red Sox are serious about making a run at John Farrell, the Blue Jays should tell them the bidding begins at a couple of buckets of KFC, a case of Rolling Rock and the latest version of Call of Duty. Then general manager Alex Anthopoulos should get all Clint Eastwood over the phone and tell the Red Sox: “You obnoxious, sun-shines-out-of-your-behinds New England clam chowders. Go stuff yourself.”
Finally, come April 9th, 2012, the first time the Blue Jays play the Red Sox, Ricky Romero or whoever is pitching that day should plant one in Carl Crawford’s ribs. In short, it’s time for Alex Anthopoulos and the Blue Jays to grow some. For those unaware, the imploding Red Sox, not content with throwing up all over their shoes down the stretch in the regular season, seem intent on blowing the fingers off anyone who comes near them in the aftermath.
...And just to be clear: The Blue Jays should tell the Red Sox to go to hell, whether Farrell wants to go back to Boston or not. No amount of compensation is the right amount. The Jays can’t be seen to be in the business of throwing lifelines that their rivals are going to hang them with. The organization under Anthopoulos has done a great job marketing hope. Blue Jays fans haven’t seen a meaningful game of baseball played in Toronto since 1993…
...But at some point playing with the big boys means not playing nicely all the time. At some point Blue Jays fans will want to be assured that someone besides Brett Lawrie has a pulse.