June 20, 2013
The War of the McCourts
Posted on Sep 27, 2010
By Mark Heisler
“Every need, every want these people had was met. …
“It’s not our province to say, ‘That’s too much, that’s too little, who lives like that?’ ”
The hairstylists, it was revealed, cost $150,000 a year.
Taking it on himself to say, “Who lives like that?” Judge Scott Gordon gave Jamie $637,000 a month.
As Yogi Berra said, it ain’t over until it’s over.
With the trial resuming after a two-week break, Yahoo’s Tim Brown reported the two sides will begin settlement talks.
In other words, having dined on each other for a year, Frank and Jamie would now divide all they own, as everyone knew they would have to all along.
Manager Joe Torre, the team’s professionalism totem, had already resigned, noting it wasn’t necessarily a retirement.
In other words, if the Mets want him, he’s there.
Ramirez, the one Red Sox relic the McCourts brought from Boston who made a difference, was recently waived. Manny was Manny, all right, lighting up Dodger Stadium (turned into Mannywood), getting busted for steroids and no-showing in his farewell season.
People come, people go, but not systems.
Demands for meaningful federal financial reform in the wake of the economic meltdown perished in the political crossfire.
Selig has remained mum despite reports that he’s fuming at the spectacle.
Too bad Frank and Jamie let Bud down, after he escorted them to power, vouching for the viability of their offer, which turned out to have included “not a penny of cash.”
Of course, baseball runs on hope, which arises in spring. Even if Frank keeps the team, he’d have to sell it to give Jamie half their estate, unless, of course, she trusts him to run it for her.
In all likelihood, Jamie will be as anxious to see Frank sell the team as its fans are.
Rupe II, anybody?
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