Whelp, don’t say I didn’t told ya so. A couple of days ago I predicted that departing Beanbags manager Farrell would, in keeping with regional traditions that date back to throwing women who couldn’t swim in the lake to see if they were witches, would have a few knives in his back before too long. Today Beanbag president Dave Dombrowski proved that whatever it is infesting the team’s front orifice and turning even mild mannered executives into BMW-owner-style slimebags is highly contagious. Dombrowski couldn’t help snarking that whatever it was that led to Farrell’s canning wouldn’t have been outweighed by winning.
The Beanbag tradition in employee relations is too noxious for conventional reportage so here’s the story according to that leaky slop bucket of jaundiced rhetoric itself, the : New York Pestilence
Whatever happened to “we want to thank (___________) for his service to the franchise and wish him much success in his future endeavors”??? Boy, what a classless organization – and long time observers of the Feesh, if they know anything, know a classless organization when they smell one.