New York Post — Add not-so-instant replay to Goose Gossage’s list of how MLB has gone wrong.
“No manager can run on the field anymore and kick dirt on the umpire,’’ the Hall of Famer told The Post on Tuesday at George M. Steinbrenner Field. “That was exciting. That was part of the game. That woke everybody up and everybody loved it.
“Now you sit there for five minutes and wait for a [expletive] replay. And half the time, you can’t even tell. …
Gossage ripped the Bat Flip Generation and the “nerds’’ running baseball last week to ESPN and has doubled and tripled down on his comments. …
“It’s a shame, it breaks my heart to see the direction this game is going. What, do we want a bunch of Cam Newtons running around?”
Lord help me, I love old-timers like Rich Gossage. Cantankerous, bitter old cranks grousing about kids nowadays with their loud music and and no respect for their elders and why is it so cold in here? Goose lives his life perpetually one sentence away from complaining about the clothes these whippersnappers are wearing today and talking about how he had to walk to school with a hot potato in his pocket to keep him warm and then eat the potato for lunch.
The thing I like best about listening to guys like him is the total revisionist history they have to do to make their argument. For crying out loud, Gossage was teammates with Reggie Jackson, who practically invented the art of flamboyant self-promotion and pimping in the batter’s box. Not that he was the only one. There was Pete Rose, Jeffrey Leonard, Deion Sanders and a hundred others so egotistical that when it came to drawing attention to themselves, they made Cam Newton look like a Trappist monk.
The best part is that I agree with Gossage about some things. The replay system is a disaster. Guys should be able to slide hard into second base without it becoming a national scandal. But the other stuff about how these young punks need to straighten up and fly right is so hilarious I forget he’s making some sense.
I’ve spent years planning what kind of old-timer I’m going to be. Loud, obnoxious Irishman? Dirty, profane old coot? Quiet and elegant? But I’m starting to really like the idea of being a grumpy Goose Gossage type. It just seems like he’s having more fun hating baseball than he ever had playing it.