JODY REED
(by ED AGNER)
Greed. I am always amused by
people who rail against supposedly greedy professional athletes.
An athlete HAS to be greedy to become great enough to be an
exceptional, let alone professional athlete. Greed and immense
skill are what sets apart great athletes from the pack from the get
go. While most athletes - even the good ones - at the amateur
level are happy merely to partake in sports and not find themselves
crippled or embarrassed or both, the great athletes know very early on
that they NEED to excel and win and dominate and become better and
better all the time. This on-the-field greed we find acceptable
in a great athlete, for that drive sets them apart and makes them
special and wins our teams games.
But come contract time for the professional athlete, the self-righteous
who didn’t know the greed that demanded perfection on the sports fields
turn their noses at the supposed greed of the athlete who wants fair
return on the investment and sacrifice made to become exceptional - not
to mention their cut of the industry’s big pie they helped
create. “How can someone playing a kids game deserve millions?,”
they say. “How can someone doing something completely useless
like sports make more than doctors or nurses or school teachers?,” they
scream.
Yet, the self-righteous don’t point out millionaire pop stars or actors
or TV talking heads or otherwise inexplicable celebrities. It’s
all the same entertainment business in the end and really, what have
Keanu Reeves or Katie Couric or Jennifer Lopez done for you to make
them earn even more money than Alex Rodriguez?
Wait. Don’t tell me what they’ve done for you. I’m afraid
of your answers.
Point is, professional athletes are exceptional talents
in an entertainment field that can command top money. If you
really have a problem with that, don’t funnel your hard earned cash
into that particular entertainment industry. Sure there’s greed,
even misguided, mind-numbing greed in the soul of the professional
athlete - it’s the nature of the beast. Fortunately, sometimes
all that greed backfires in their faces - making the world of
professional sports all the more entertaining.
Which brings me to Jody Reed, one of the best examples of greed
backfiring.
Reed was a - UGH! - scrappy little shortstop cum second baseman who
came up with the Boston Red Sox at the end of the eighties and provided
an exceptional glove and a surprisingly nifty bat. In ‘88, ‘89
and ‘90 Reed was a nice little on-base machine who knew how to take
advantage of the Green Monster and slapped himself a load of doubles,
all the while providing exemplary defense. Of course, those were
his age 27 and 28 seasons and Reed had peeked. In his ‘91 and ‘92
seasons in Fenway, Reed showed signs of fading and since scrappy little
second basemen are a dime a dozen, the Sox exposed Reed to the ‘93
expansion draft.
Picked by the Rockies and quickly moved to L.A., Reed had a solid ‘93
season and the Dodgers were as pleased as punch. This being his
walk year, the Dodgers were willing to shore up Reed to a nifty little
multi-million dollar long-term contract to make him their best second
base solution since Steve Sax.
And this is where it gets funny. Reed wanted to explore the free
agent market to get top dollar. Hey, you could argue that his
numbers were among the best for National League second basemen.
Why not? Yeah, why not? Well, his agent/brother-in-law was
apparently not the brightest bulb in the socket and, in turning down
the Dodgers most generous offer, didn’t understand the market well
enough to realize that the demand for aging, scrappy second basemen
began and ended with the Dodgers.
The Dodgers, after being shunned by Reed, traded some skinny pitcher
whom Tommy Lasorda didn’t believe in, named Pedro Martinez, to the
Expos for Delino Deshields.
And Reed was...well...screwed. 
Not only did Reed and his agent/brother-in-law turn down the best offer
for his services, they turned down the ONLY offer for his
services. Forced to hang his head in shame and beg for a job, the
Brewers gave him a deal for the league minimum - at only several
million dollars below the Dodgers offer.
Reed played pretty well for the Brewers, but was clearly nearer the end
of his career than the prime. A free-agent after the ‘94 season,
the Padres signed Reed to a contract better than the Brewers gave him
the year before, but nothing like the Dodgers offer. A couple of
fading years in San Diego and one last lost year in Detroit and Reed
was done by ‘98 - without the big payday he should have/could have had.
The lesson here? Well, first off, never trust your in-laws, but
that’s a given. But the most important lesson? Athletes are
generally not incredibly bright. Don’t begrudge them for being
greedy, odds are good that they’re only a bad brother-in-law away from
being another Jody Reed.
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