Ozzie Guillen asks out so he could ‘buy my [bleeping] boat’
By Rick Morrissey firstname.lastname@example.org September 27, 2011 1:14AM
Updated: November 11, 2011 3:08PM
When he started talking about the 62-foot boat, the one that cost
$2 million, deep down I knew he was gone. I didn’t know it would be this soon, but I knew he was gone.
This was Friday, and in a matter of minutes, an interview with Ozzie Guillen had gone from bullfighting to managing to money and finally to the boat he not only said he wanted but eventually would have.
He wasn’t motivated by championship rings, he said, but by money. You didn’t have to be clairvoyant to know the Florida Marlins wanted him and were reportedly willing to pay him double the $2 million he was to make with the White Sox in 2012.
A few weeks ago he had said of the Sox organization, “love it, love it, love it.’’
On Monday, chairman Jerry Reinsdorf balked again at Guillen’s request for a contract extension.
A guy can do a lot of things with $4 million a year.
“With the rings, I can’t do [anything] with that,’’ he said. “But with money, I can go buy me a new boat, I can go buy me a new car, I can dress my wife the way I want to dress her, I can go to Spain. With the ring, I can go to United Airlines and say, ‘Hello, I won the 2005 championship. Can you fly me to Spain?’ Hell, no.
“Money is everything besides health. Money is next to that. A lot of people say, ‘Oh, love.’ They don’t know what love means. I guarantee you, if you raise a girl where I grew up and you’ve got no money and she loves you, but you put the same girl with a guy who’s got a lot of money, I’ll bet she’ll love the guy with money. That’s the way it is. I love you, but I’m hungry.
“I work in this job for money. I don’t work for nothing. Money. That’s it. The ring? [Bleep] the ring. I don’t even wear my [bleeping] rings. I don’t.’’
Goodbye, Chicago. Hello, money.
Guillen and the Sox are splitting up, and it’s a shame because the city was a livelier place with him around and the Sox were a better team with him in the dugout for eight years. He’s going to a place where they don’t care about baseball. The Marlins are hoping a new ballpark and a new manager will persuade people to make baseball a part of their lives.
It’s not beyond Guillen’s abilities to improve the game’s popularity in Miami. He might be the only manager with a big enough personality to pull that off. But I’m doubtful he can do it, and I fear he’s going to find himself with a boat, a lot of money and nobody to watch him do what he does. That will kill him.
I think he’s going to eventually regret his decision, but then again, he’ll regret it while floating on the Atlantic Ocean.
“You know what I saw a couple days ago?’’ he said. “I saw a 62-foot boat. That’s what I want, and that’s what I’m going to get. People have to pay me for that. White Sox? I don’t know. Marlins? I don’t know. But somebody will pay. I want to buy my [bleeping] boat. That’s my inspiration. My inspiration is money. That’s everybody’s inspiration.’’
He had started to pace, energized by what he was saying and frustrated by whatever signals he had been getting from the front office.
“If I leave here, I will say, ‘I leave here because I want to make my [bleeping] money,’ ” he said. “You know why? Because no [bleeping] fans, no [bleeping] Jerry or [bleeping] anybody is going to take care of my grandkids and put me in a 62-foot boat. That’s why there’s free agency.’’
And soon he was walking away, a man in need of love, money and an ocean-going vessel, in that order.