On a day that the LA TImes’ Bill Plaschke reported sitting “sad” and “lonely” in a nearly empty Dodger Stadium with only six fans in the right field bleachers pavilion with him, the news pops that ”certain state-owned investment
institutions of the People’s Republic of China” are ready to put up big chunks of cash up to cover a $1.2 billion offer to get the McCourts to leave town.
sovereign funds, overflowing with all that money we ship back in the empty
cargo containers that fill up our stores with cheap merchandise, have teamed with Bill Burke, the politically-connected former LA Marathon owner, to make the offer to Frank McCourt for his bankrupt team — a record price for a Major League franchise, fully one-third more than what the Chicago Cubs sold for two years ago.
The Times barely concealed the fact that the group led by Burke, husband of former County Supervisor Yvonne Braithwaite Burke, was the source of the leak of the letter offering the $1.2 billion for the team, the real estate and, most of all, the broadcast rights which could equal the purchase price whether Fox or Time Warner end up as the broadcaster.
With that kind of money even the McCourts should be able to sort out their troubles and live out their lives of self-indulgence.
For the rest of us, new ownership — particularly with the prospects of a two-billion person farm club across the Pacific training new talent at pitching and hitting — could offer hope of a return to the Dodgers glory days.
Surely, it gives new meaning to the immortal quote from the movie “Chinatown,” words intended to cheer up a beaten Jake Gittes, the Jack Nicholson character.
It’s all in the inflection and context, Try it upbeat, as in “Forget it, Jake. It’s Chinatown. The McCourts are gono. The Dodgers got game again.”
Plaschke wrote the obituary for the McCourts reign after Wednesday afternoon’s game played before a crowd of 27,000 — half the capacity — with only about 8,000 people in attendance.
They were there free or at sharply discounted prices what with the gate from home games down from $2.5 to $3 million in the good old days to half that or less these dreary days.
looked and felt as though the McCourt era had finally, resolutely bottomed out,’ Plaschke wrote.
Good timing, Bill.