Dysfunction at the top: Eric Wedge, others point to trouble in Mariners’ front office | Mariners | The Seattle Times.
Eric Wedge sat simmering in a Safeco Field conference room as his bosses laid into him.
It was 14 months ago, two days after the 2012 season, and Mariners president Chuck Armstrong unleashed what Wedge calls “a ferocious, venom-filled tirade” about the team, coaches and players. Armstrong told him the club “sickened” him and was “disgusting” and “disturbing,” while Mariners CEO Howard Lincoln agreed and added choice barbs of his own.
Wedge said general manager Jack Zduriencik had assured him earlier that the duo was pleased with the 75-87 team, winners of eight more games than in 2011 and 14 more than in 2010.
Now, he felt blindsided and let down by Zduriencik. He waited until Lincoln was done, then, unable to hold back, let him and Armstrong know how he felt.
“It got real heated,” Wedge said. “I started fighting back with Chuck and Howard and it got loud.”
Wedge chided them for their dugout meddling, poor leadership and lack of faith in struggling young players. He argued the Mariners had revamped their foundation and won more despite a roster full of rookies, millions in payroll cuts and an upper management that never fully bought into its own rebuilding plan.
He says he told them: “All I’ve done is exactly what I said I was going to do and all you’ve done is the exact opposite.”
Things got so heated, Lincoln walked out.
“I think,” Wedge said, “that was the beginning of the end.”
This is quite the story from up in that Seattle, where they just pulled a Tom Hicks and paid Robinson Cano $240 meeeelion dollars for 10 years. If even half of it is true, dysfunctional is the least-harsh term one could use.
Me, I remain slack-jawed at the Cano deal. They’ve got just not much else to put around him, or nothing that sticks in my swiss-cheese brain, except for King Felix. And hell if they’re making that kind of deal for Cano, maybe Jon Daniels can roll in there with a bright green Caddy and some bling, talk ‘em out of the King.