You’ll forgive me if I’m not exactly in the most chipper of moods. That’s what happens when some useless cunt brings bedbugs into your apartment building and you spend a sleepless week itching, cleaning, and bagging up all your shit. Suffice it to say, I’m not exactly looking on the bright side of things.
I actually had this idea before. It was supposed to be a series of posts dedicated to the most loathed sports figures in Seattle history. Over two years have passed and I’ve let it go by the wayside, but while it has been neglected, the idea has not been forgotten.
The primary reason for this site’s existence is that notion that there is a Culture of Losing in Seattle. Losing has become commonplace. Losing has been the norm. And losing has been accepted, which is most damning of all. It’s the main reason why I can’t stand most Seattle sports fans, because they’ve cultivated this Everybody Gets A Trophy attitude about the sports they follow. Granted, it’s probably HEALTHIER; it’s a hard fact of life that we certainly take sports too seriously. But, it still pisses me off.
Oh, good try sweetie!
It doesn’t matter who wins, all that matters is how you play the game!
Well, we didn’t win, but if you had a good time that’s all that matters!
You played hard out there fellas, now let’s all go out and get some ice cream!
There’s always next year!
This is what I have to put up with whenever a Seattle team ends its season. Nobody in Seattle ever expects to do well, so when a Seattle team makes the playoffs THAT’S a thrill in and of itself! Like just making the playoffs is “good enough”. Sure, winning a championship would be an incredible bonus, but isn’t being one of the top 4-8 teams in the league reward enough, you guys?
But, I suppose it’s not all the fans’ fault. I mean, THIS is all they’ve known. These shitty Seattle teams who have always let us down every year since 1979. Yes, the level of shittiness fluctuates, but they’re shitty all the same because it’s been over 30 years since we’ve tasted the sweet nectar of championship victory in this city.
I have a list of people here – athletes, GMs, and owners – who are more or less universally despised. My list is by no means complete, and I encourage anyone who has names to add to come forth and state why you feel that way. I may eventually return to my “Seattle Hates …” series and single out these losers in their own individual posts, but for now I thought I’d just list as many as I can think of and go from there.
The Mariners are far-and-away leading the pack of the most hated Seattle sports figures. It’s almost impossible to rank them, but I’m going to give it a shot.
This hasn’t always been the case, but it’s definitely true today: the most loathed Mariners figures of all time are now Howard Lincoln and Chuck Armstrong. I’ve written about these two before, so I’ll keep this brief. Rest assured, it’ll be a happy day in Seattle history when the team is sold and these two lame-asses are shit-canned. Why they haven’t resigned in shame years ago is beyond me.
Time makes the heart grow fonder is the famous quote by some guy. In this case, time makes the heart grow less enraged. At one point, I would argue that no one could possibly be hated more than Bobby Ayala. Looking back on it, it probably wasn’t fair. Then again, I’m sitting here with my eyes closed and I can still picture it:
Ayala hurls a split-fingered fastball that hangs in the middle of the plate as he falls off of the left side of the mound. Opposing Batter X takes a mighty hack and launches the ball into the Kingdome seats. Ayala turns to watch the ball leave the yard as the cascading boos provide the perfect soundtrack to the four opposing runners trotting across home plate. Ayala, takes his cap off and wipes his sweaty brow with his sleeve as Lou Pinella walks out of the dugout, pointing at his left arm.
Bobby Ayala was kind of a joke (seriously, what grown man goes by the name “Bobby”), but the target of our vitriol shouldn’t have stopped with him. Bobby Ayala represents the total and utter futility of those Mariners bullpens from 1995 … really through 2001. In the mid-to-late 90s, those bullpens were terrible. Granted, we were playing in a bandbox known as the Kingdome, but still. Even after we left that concrete prison and moved into the pitcher’s paradise that is Safeco, and even after we drastically upgraded our bullpen talent with guys like Jeff Nelson, Arthur Rhodes, and Kaz Sasaki, our bullpen STILL let us down. Nevertheless, you rarely hear about Seattle fans bashing The Sheriff. You almost NEVER hear people killing Rhodes or Sasaki. You might get some grumbling about Heathcliff Slocumb, but who are you madder at: the pitcher who wasn’t any good, or the bumbling idiots who traded two studs (Varitek and Lowe) for the pitcher who wasn’t any good?
Nope, the hatred always comes back to Bobby Ayala. To this day, I don’t understand it. But, at the time, back in the day, I could certainly condone it.
A more-recent villain in this saga of the Mariners sucking is Bill Bavasi. I know, for me, he’s one of my most hated Seattle sports figures of all time (not involved with the Sonics leaving Seattle, that is). This website is pretty much a love letter to how much I can’t stand that guy; I don’t know if I’ve ever gone more than a few weeks without referencing him and lamenting how terrible he is at life. At this point, it goes without saying. But, if you need any fuel, I suggest taking a look at his very large section of idiocy.
I don’t really have the heart to do the research on these next few guys to see who was ACTUALLY the worst as a Mariner, but I’ll give you my opinion on who I disliked the most.
I’ll start with Richie Sexson. He was the first installment in my “Seattle Hates …” series, so I won’t go too in depth here. What I will say is that it has always boggled my mind a little bit that Adrian Beltre never saw the same amount of invective. He made more money than Sexson, he signed for more years, and he was coming off of this 2004 season with the Dodgers:
200 hits, 48 homers, 121 RBI, .334 batting average, 1.017 OPS
Here is what he averaged in five seasons with the Mariners:
150 hits, 21 homers, 79 RBI, .266 batting average, .759 OPS
I don’t care what anyone else thinks, I’m
calling Steroids on this bullshit not going to make wild accusations about something I know nothing about, even though this guy doesn’t pass the smell test by any means. For funsies, here is what Beltre averaged in the three seasons since he left Seattle:
176 hits, 32 homers, 103 RBI, .314 batting average, .912 OPS
Are you kidding me? OK, maybe that steroids crack was out of line, but COME ON! How are you, as supposed Mariners fans, not enraged by this? You boo and throw money at A-Rod decades after he left for an insane deal with the Rangers … why aren’t you fucking raining down sandbags at this fucking gold-bricker??? Adrian Beltre is a fucking bullshit artist and I’m leading the bandwagon to turn the tide against him; who’s with me? Good defense at third base? Fuck you, go home and play with your kids. You were brought in here to fucking hit. You hit with the Dodgers, you hit with the Red Sox, you’ve hit with the Rangers. Man up and quit blaming the stadium for your insecurities you fucking mental midget.
Up next, we have Chone Figgins. Who was a much better player when everyone thought his first name was pronounced “Ch-own”. He signed a 4-year deal and sucked more and more every year he was on this team. What’s worse, he didn’t appear to be even remotely sorry for the fact that he was the most over-paid piece of shit in the Major Leagues. You’d hear stories about how hard he was working behind the scenes, but then you’d watch him play and what would you see? An emotionless pile of shit striking out. An emotionless pile of shit letting a ground ball go right past him. An emotionless pile of shit unable to catch a routine fly ball. Then, after the game, whenever he’d consent to an interview, you’d hear about how he needed MORE playing time to “play his way out of it”. Or, if by the grace of fucking God he managed to have one of his three good games as a Mariner, he’d chirp his fucking head off after the game, talking about how he’s “still got it” and how he should be playing every day. What a motherfucker. To the bitter end, he left here thinking that he was a legit Major Leaguer. I suppose that’s why he was released by the Miami Marlins in Spring Training this year.
Chone Figgins is a guy who grabbed his big payday, then proceeded to dog it until he was run out of town. He didn’t give a shit! He got his money and that’s all he cared about. Now, he gets to sit on his ass while making upwards of $9 million for doing absolutely nothing.
Carlos Silva is another fan favorite, if by Fan Favorite I mean guy who we’d like to tar and feather. He was supposed to be this adequate ground baller who would earn his money tenfold by pitching in the cavernous Safeco Field. Instead, he got shelled, constantly. And since he was signed for so long (4 years) and for so much money ($48 million), we had to give him every opportunity to try and turn things around. Imagine it: you and me and most everyone we know will live our entire lives scraping by like a dog on the streets; meanwhile Carlos Silva received nearly $50 million to suck dick. Kinda makes you want to stop following sports, doesn’t it?
I’m going to wrap up this Mariners section with some rapid-fire. Because it’s going on far too long and because I’ve got other things to do.
Jeff Cirillo was brought in after our 116-win season to lock down third base. He was supposed to be one of the final pieces to push us over the top as a championship contender. Instead, he was terrible. My booze-addled mind has mostly blacked out the Jeff Cirillo stint as a Mariner, so bully for me.
Alex Rodriguez is a different animal entirely, but I can’t leave him off this list. Where he differs from the rest is that – as a player wearing a Mariners uniform – he was universally beloved. A-Rod was on the fast track to being as beloved as Ken Griffey Jr. And, had he taken less money to remain a Mariner (or, had the Mariners ponied up a proper offer, depending on which story you choose to believe), A-Rod would PROBABLY be #1 on the all-time favorite Seattle sports figure list. Instead, the moment he signed that 10-year, $250 million deal and put on a Texas Rangers uniform, A-Rod was Public Enemy #1.
Not by me, mind you. Even at the time, I didn’t understand the sentiment. Who WOULDN’T take that deal? It was the biggest deal in MLB history! How can you fault a guy for accepting that deal when it’s universally known that the Mariners weren’t able to come CLOSE to matching? On top of that, the deal essentially crippled the Rangers and it took him until 2009 to finally win a World Series. He’s been a laughingstock everywhere he’s been, he doesn’t appear to know how to relate to people, he has an addiction to strip clubs and banging chicks with muscular, dude-like bodies, and – oh yeah – he’s a steroids cheat. Even if you don’t think he would’ve helped us win a World Series in 2001-2003, don’t you think we kinda dodged a bullet by NOT having him embarrass us seemingly every year?
In recent years, there have been any number of hated Mariners, as this franchise has found new depths of ineptitude. Miguel Olivo, Justin Smoak, Jesus Montero, Jeff Weaver, Horacio Ramirez, Erik Bedard, Brandon League, Jose Lopez, Yuniesky Betancourt, Brad Wilkerson, Eric Byrnes, Kenji Johjima, Casey Kotchman, Rob Johnson, Ian Snell, Jack Cust, Hector Noesi, Blake Beavan … just to name a bunch. As long as there are losing Mariners teams, there will always be people to hate.
I’m going to stop here and continue with the other teams another time. This has been a lot more involved than I originally anticipated.