Contributed by Great Bagwell’s Beard
In the past week, a metric ton of ink has been spilled dissecting the organizational dysfunctions that left Bo Porter in the unemployment line. Of course, 99% of the people who’ve chimed in have no experience in a MLB clubhouse or front office, myself included. While every job shares some common power dynamics, a room full of 50 athletes, former athletes, and (in Houston’s case) statistics nerds is probably more like junior high than Initech. So rather than try to deduce what happened behind closed doors at Minute Maid, I’ll share this story.
My first job out of college was working at a biotech company in The Woodlands. The job consisted of taking mouse tails, pulverizing them physically and chemically in order to extract DNA, and then analyzing that DNA. I went through four years of grueling studies to spend all day surrounded by mouse tails. All for the low, low price of $29k a year. I was living the dream.
My boss there had a Ph.D., which was the one and only reason why he was the boss. Biotech is an odd industry, in the sense that its management structure is very similar to academia, except that everyone is trying to turn a profit. Of course, not many biochemists have a business background, and not many MBAs can stand to spend time with biochemists.
I was finding that I was having time spending time with biochemists too. Most of them had the same social acumen of the mouse tails. My boss was no exception. I’d gotten into biotech because the research fascinated me, and my studies only encouraged my interest. However, I was still mostly a novice when it came to lab work, and was relying on my boss to teach me the ropes. Sadly, he was as good of a teacher as I was an astronaut.
After one very frustrating year, I was out. Fired. I could debate whether or not I was given a chance to really succeed, but ultimately it doesn’t matter. It was the wake-up call that I needed to show me that just because I find something interesting doesn’t mean I should dedicate my working life to it. I really like whiskey too, but I don’t think I’m meant to be a distiller.
Jeff Luhnow is a smart guy. Brilliant, even. I have no idea what kind of manager he is, but I know that brilliance is no indicator of being able to handle people. He may be very good at handling people, and Porter’s just an asshole with a large collection of Zig Ziglar books.
Pam Gardner would’ve never stood for this shit. (I’ll show myself out)
Probable Pitchers
Friday, September 5, 2014
9:00 CT O(h God, We’re in Oakland) Coliseum
Brett Oberholtzer v. Jeff Samardzija
Saturday, September 6, 2014
(E-4)O Coliseum
Scott Feldman v. Scott Kasmir
Sunday, September 7, 2014
(I Wish We Were In San Fransisc)O Coliseum
Dallas Keuchel v. Jason Hammel
What to Watch For:
– The quest to make Mattress Mac pay up on his $4MM bet.
– The Rookies!
– The Last Stand of Jonathan Villar.
Talk about it in the Game Zone!