A Bad Break
In the past five months, the Nationals have pushed Frank Robinson out the door, closed it behind him and changed the locks.
He's mad. They're glad. Fans who believed the Nationals and Robinson would stay friends for years can say only, "Egads!"
Dozens of decisions will define the early years of the Nationals in Washington under the Lerner family and team president Stan Kasten. This was definitely one of them. And it's going to leave a bruise -- a big one.
In 2005, the fiery yet venerable Robinson was the face of the franchise. Now, he's the 71-year-old legend who's been shunted aside because, apparently, he is simply considered too big a pain in the neck, too large an ego, to be allowed anywhere near the blank canvas on which the hyper-confident Kasten and his general manager, Jim Bowden, assume they'll paint a masterpiece.
"I'm done with them," Robinson told The Post on Wednesday. "I have nothing against the organization per se. It's two people that I'm concerned with: Jim and Stan."
Robinson has every right to be angry. The Nationals' best contract offer to him? Well, there was no contract. The team chewed on its options for months, then decided that the most it would offer Frank was a plane ticket to Florida. They'd pay his expenses to Viera if he wanted to offer his opinions under such humiliating circumstances -- which, of course, he wouldn't.
"That's an insult to me," Robinson said. "Come on. What did I want to do, just be a token or a ceremonial-type guy? I don't need that. I have too much to offer."
Obviously, the Nationals disagree. They don't think he has much to offer at all. If they did, they'd have provided Robinson the kind of deal that was discussed internally, according to sources: a consulting contract to provide advice on trades, evaluate players, offer occasional instruction to hitters and serve as one of the team faces in the community. Instead, no job of substance was proffered. So, the final chapter of the Nationals' relationship with Robinson is similar to the kind of addition-by-subtraction trade that sends away a too-much-trouble player for a bag of broken bats.
Like it or not, and plenty of Nationals fans won't like it at all, the franchise has rendered its internal verdict: The team essentially agrees with those two Sports Illustrated player polls in which Robinson was voted Worst Manager in Baseball. In an organization that will emphasize youth, a high-energy work ethic and instruction in fundamentals, Robinson was seen as a bad fit.
"I'm disappointed, no doubt about it," Robinson said. "I would have loved to have been a part of the organization and be a part of the District with the fans there. But when people don't make you feel like you're needed or wanted or are warm about it, or reach out to you, there's no sense in trying to force yourself on people."
Robinson didn't just burn his bridges last summer. By publicly lobbying for months for a three-year managing contract, then talking about a significant post-managing job with hiring-and-firing responsibilities, Robinson dynamited his fragile bonds with the new Lerner-Kasten-Bowden power structure. But what would you expect? At 71, Robinson wasn't about to stop being Take-Me-or-Leave-Me Frank.
Over the last 30 years I've found Robinson to be one of the smartest baseball men and one of the best natural leaders in the sport. Few have more insights into others. Nobody is more candid. On the other hand, Robinson can be indifferent to hurting the feelings of others. He tends to force everybody around him into a friend-or-foe stance. Nobody in the game demands more respect for himself. Yet he is thin-skinned and often on the lookout for slights. He dishes it out but hates to take it.