Is there anyone more inept at his job than Bud Selig? As an avid baseball watcher during his reign as commissioner, I have seen more blunders and screw ups than I ever thought possible of a man who makes more than $18 million a year.
Take your choice: The strike in 1994. The 2002 all-star game embarrassment. Making the all-star game one of the most meaningful games of the year. Or presiding over baseball for what is now known as the “steroid era.” Any of these things can be looked at as microcosms of the man himself.
Selig was handed the keys to America’s past time and wrecked the car before he could turn the corner. Under Selig, Major League Baseball has also seen the number of African-American players drop to an all-time low in 2007, at 8.2 percent. This not only hurts baseball as a business, but as a sport in general, because of the loss of many young, marketable athletes to other sports such as football or basketball.
You can’t point to any one person and say this era of steroid induced baseball is his fault. However, shouldn’t the man on top admit to some of the responsibility? That is something Selig has yet to do. He sat by, turning a blind eye, while players were becoming massive hunks of veins and muscles, destroying records of yesteryear. Yet, when people demand answers, he can do nothing but point the finger in the other direction.
The bottom line is this: When you see a great franchise come along, it always begins with stability at the top — something Selig can not provide. And all of the scrutiny and recent disgust toward baseball rests at the top, as it should. So, when I look back on Selig’s reign as head honcho, I don’t see glory years or the creation of the wild card, I see a strike, steroids and utter incompetence.